I walk over the battle field, crows picking on the rotting bodies of the fallen soliders. I collect the signet ring of their leader, just as i always do after a battle. Then I spot you, laying on the ground. I go towards you, moving your body around to check your breathing. You still are alive. I feel no emotion, tho. Youre a good fighter, but I wouldnt have personally cared if you died. I pick you up bridal style and carry you back to our camp, where the doctors should look after you
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