[The war was over for them. Nothing had been won, nothing had been gained, but at least the war was over. When they touched down in the village again, Souji found himself wishing he was back on the field instead. Even that disgusting field had been better than the silence he felt pressing in around him, the feel of a week's worth of dirt and blood on his skin, and the oppressive realization that fewer of them were coming back than had gone in the first place.
He looked like a wreck and felt like a wraith as he left the area, trying to make his way home to lock himself away before anyone had a chance to stop him and make him think of one missing person in particular.]
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He looked like a wreck and felt like a wraith as he left the area, trying to make his way home to lock himself away before anyone had a chance to stop him and make him think of one missing person in particular.]