Unfit to join them, no glorious death, no final cry, he wonders if he even tried— to die a 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 fierce and true.
He’s left behind, the living scar, the weight of grief, constant war. Guilt gnaws within a ceaseless ache, for those he loved, for those who break in battle’s grip, their lives forfeit but he lives alone.