Marriland

A few hours ago, she left again, off to train up four more 'friends' to become cannon fodder; the word, something tided to love and kinship, made me want to retch. Above the building I rested in, grey-bellied clouds spilled their contents onto the earth, the early afternoon sun blocked out what I could only assume was tears of pity. With a sigh, I laid down on the cold tile floor, not caring that my coat was soaked from the tracked in perspiration. I didn't care. It was too hard.
The day before had been harsh. I saw friends fall in battle. When Legs made her choices at dawn about out new company, I went begrudgingly went with her, knowing it was my job. But as the sun rose, things soured. I had witnessed her, the arrogant child, make another another mistake that almost caused the loss of another life, this one so recently added to the team. Peach. My Peach.
When she rushed us back to the city for medical attention, I refused to go. She begged, pleading, imploring it was my duty. After