[Which is part of why he feels guilty. He knows people trust him, so much so that they admit to things they would otherwise keep secret.
He's pouring two glasses of the liquor now, and when he is done he slides one glass over to Svin. Drinking is probably bad for teenagers but this is likely his last night alive, so yolo.]
I was a soldier once. There was a terrible war in the past, and I reached adulthood right in the middle of it. Like many my age, I was drafted into the army as soon as I came of age. When we lost the war, there was a culling in the ranks. Only the loyal and inoffensive could remain, or so the superiors said.
The war didn't bother me any more than a war might bother anyone. I killed, but they were the enemy and I needed to protect my homeland. Those battles were fought with honor. The months after, those were the darkest days. Many of those slain by my hand did not deserve to die, I know that in my heart.
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[Which is part of why he feels guilty. He knows people trust him, so much so that they admit to things they would otherwise keep secret.
He's pouring two glasses of the liquor now, and when he is done he slides one glass over to Svin. Drinking is probably bad for teenagers but this is likely his last night alive, so yolo.]
I was a soldier once. There was a terrible war in the past, and I reached adulthood right in the middle of it. Like many my age, I was drafted into the army as soon as I came of age. When we lost the war, there was a culling in the ranks. Only the loyal and inoffensive could remain, or so the superiors said.
The war didn't bother me any more than a war might bother anyone. I killed, but they were the enemy and I needed to protect my homeland. Those battles were fought with honor. The months after, those were the darkest days. Many of those slain by my hand did not deserve to die, I know that in my heart.
[There is a point to this story, honest.]