{ orphansoldier }
❝ What?❞
[ He stared at the young man for a couple of
seconds unable to think of something to say
next.Was he a criminal or was he something
else? He dreaded the second option.]
❝Whose blood is on your hands son?❞
❝ Everyone’s All of them, that didn’t ask for it. ❞
[ It was truly a pathetic state he’d gotten
himself into. A predicament no more of
Gods and Soldiers. ]