WHO: Milleuda Folles, mentions of her family.
WHAT: Revenge.
WHEN: First day of the last mission.
WHERE: Battlefield, various places.
WARNINGS: lol, not graphic violence?

( Each spoonful tastes like nothing except dirt but Milleuda finishes her soup, nibbles on the turnip greens in the bottom of her bowl, and stares outside their grimy window into the Galbadian frost, pretending that she is not still cold, still hungry. )