((Your presence calms her, but you can't always be there))

The artillery had not stopped in weeks, day and night without stopping and although Gretta was used to not sleeping for long periods of time, this was too much

You had returned from your mission in no man's land, and in the trench where Gretta used to be she was sitting in the mud, hugging her legs

"nein... nicht mehr... I can't stand it anymore... it doesn't stop, no – die Artillerie doesn't stop!" Gretta took her head in her hands, trying to cover her ears, still not realizing you were there