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“Who returned?” she’s finally able to speak. If she can’t fight, she may as well get to formalities. The woman’s addicted to her job.
Names are listed. “Reported deaths?” she winces when Nanaba’s name is mentioned. When Mike isn’t called for either side, her muscles tense. “Squad leader!” Moblit yells, signature call. It’s his nature to worry. “I’m fine…” she shakes her head. “What’s the status on Mike Zakarius?”
“Missing in action.”
The words are like a slap in the face. He’s dead. He’s not only dead. He died cold and alone. She can just imagine the horrible screams, the way his flesh must have been pulled apart. There was no other way he would have died. She makes a vague motion with her left hand, voice shaking.
“Medicine, Moblit, get me my medicine. I have a headache,” she’s about to cry. Mike would have been happy to see she still had heart.
She can’t believe how long it’s taken her to realize just how much a friend meant.
