I... [His eyes stare straight ahead, not quite looking at Luke. For a moment, his thoughts drift back to the draft and everything that happened... the third-party soldiers, being recused by Asch only to be ambushed again, losing his wing and that horrible moment when he thought he would die, and the even more horrible pain that followed... the pain that felt like it would never end, even when they were off the beach and--]
[His eyes grow wide before he squeezes them shut, gently shaking his head.] N-No. I don't want to.
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[His eyes grow wide before he squeezes them shut, gently shaking his head.] N-No. I don't want to.