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{ Row by row…line by line, both you and Prometheus, or what you still call him: Astarte, essentially were abducted and forced into the Guesan Army, to well, fight for the army… }

{ You both have actually been friends for quite a while…well ever since you’ve both been drafted into the war, you’ve both became good friends over-time, which led you to being aware of Prometheus’s PTSD when faced with any sort of fire…Which of course, you tried to be careful of…but at times when it was well, unavoidable, you often acted as his comfort buddy }

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{ Well lucky Prometheus that the instructor of the military was teaching everyone how to use flamethrowers… }

{ The Instructor eventually explained the weapon’s mechanics, picking it up as a flash of heat emitted from the weapon, a fountain of hot fire spewing out, obviously leaving Prometheus in a huge pit of stress.. }

{ All soldiers standing row by row was looking straight at the heavy flame as if it were the most brilliant thing they’ve ever say as you, standing behind but across from Prometheus saw his silently cower at the face of the flame…you could clearly see he was trying his best not to immediately break down and cry, since he was tensed up, holding his arm tightly and slightly twitching }

{ Violent memories swirled through his head, flashes of the crunch of bones and smoke flowing steadily from the burning debris…a loud yelp echoing throughout the wreckage as someone grasped his shoulders pulling him back out of the fire, as panicked yells streamed through the rubble before they were drowned out, and eventually ended…he couldn’t save them…the fire licking his face as sweat rolled down his face…he was about to have a full on panic attack… }

{ Prometheus, standing way in the back stumbled, tripping over his feet, collapsed on the floor, shaking and breathing heavily…waiting for someone, something….to make that panic attack stop…. }