If you're a soldier, even if you turn to look up at the stars...
[His blue eyes are showing over his glasses, tinged with remorse.]
Wishing and praying that things will be better, you can't seem to lose the sight of the mounds dawned by familiar swords, swords of friends, bodies buried under depths that you'll never see again-
[He stops. He let his past get a too tight of a grip on his consciousness.]
Ah, haha! Sorry! If I do anything like that, boring you and what-not with unnecessary talk, feel free to slap me upside of the head! You don't need to be hearing any of that, ahahaha! Thank you for accompanying me! The showers shouldn't be that far~!