| [Nov. 20th, 2011|11:49 pm] |
Ryouma knew how that went. He took a cautious sip of his coffee, didn’t burn his tongue, and took a longer drink. “Did either of them come back?”
Katsuko looked away. She didn’t seem to be seeing the poster advertising caramel-apple lattes on the nearest wall; her gaze was far more distant, dwelling on blood. “The sister didn’t. The brother lost his leg, but I managed to carry him back home.”
That was the trouble with pairing relatives on missions. Ryouma’d seen it more than once, during the war. Losing a teammate was bad enough, but to lose your own family on the battlefield, to come home without the one who’d always been there... He’d been glad, a time or two, that he’d had no one to lose.
“What about you?” |
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