He hesitated before reaching for her foot and pulling it into his lap. He unwrapped her clumsy bandages and began to work.
He sighed, turning away from her. “I don’t want to talk about that. I’m more appalled that you’re fine with being used as a mindless soldier.”
"What am I supposed to know?" she asked helplessly. "I can't just change how I grew up or who took care of me." She whimpered. "I never killed anyone."
She was quiet after that for a long while before speaking up. "I lost someone very close to me, during the battle. You may have seen her once during the ceremony you first came to. She wore the yellow dress." Her voice was rough, as if it were hard to speak. "The last time I talked her was at the eclipse. It wasn't just them. We lost people too."
He looked over at her, his brows furrowed as he considered her. “I’m sorry about your friend,” he said quietly. “But you’re fighting wars without deciding whether or not you want to be in them. You tried to kill me because you were under her control.” He sighed, shaking his head. “If that isn’t enough to make you doubt what you’re fighting for, then I don’t really have anything else to say.”
