There's always that. If he has nothing else, he has that to fall back on while everything else falls to this cacophony of chaos. There's the garbled shouts and war cries of the approaching aliens, and the sound of the Legionnaires holding the line and pushing back. They would have killed him. They still might, if they remained here.
Yet something still anchors him in place. This wasn't right, something about it was wrong, terribly wrong, and his gaze fell once more to the freshest corpse at their feet.
"There has to be a reason we survived," he rasps out, finally. "Tell me."
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There's always that. If he has nothing else, he has that to fall back on while everything else falls to this cacophony of chaos. There's the garbled shouts and war cries of the approaching aliens, and the sound of the Legionnaires holding the line and pushing back. They would have killed him. They still might, if they remained here.
Yet something still anchors him in place. This wasn't right, something about it was wrong, terribly wrong, and his gaze fell once more to the freshest corpse at their feet.
"There has to be a reason we survived," he rasps out, finally. "Tell me."