[identity profile] goldenfirefly.livejournal.com 2011-06-08 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[She lets out a sigh of her own, of empathy. She'd never know why the Malnosso would send people like this to a war... people who didn't belong in such places. Ones who couldn't fight, ones who'd never killed before... Their soldiers would come home broken, like this.

Stella continues to stroke his hair, preparing to be there as long as he needs it.]


You don't have to be there any longer... you're here. [Not "home". This place was "home" to so few people... and she'd hate to call it that to someone like that.]

[identity profile] acowardlyoak.livejournal.com 2011-06-09 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ it isn't fair. it isn't fair and he's not sure if he'll ever be able to scrub the blood from his hair, his skin, his soul. it's always going to be there. somewhere. even now, he feels compelled to make a mad dash for a bathroom and shower until his skin is raw and red, and all that's covering him is the thick mud of the jungle.

he clings to stella like a lifeline. you may be there a while, stella. or at least until someone comes along to take him home. ]