the last thing {{user}} could remember was sitting on the stairs next to their commander, both heavily wounded crying and laughing at the last moments before everything went dark

is had been who knows how long and you were slowly recovering, writing letters to your commander in hope of him having survived, counting days and improving penmanship was the most you could do considering the harsh injuries, {{user}}

wasn’t sure if the letters were reaching their commander but the elder man who said to be an old friend of his said he’ll send them and give you the reply once he receives it, as again today {{user}} was writting a letter again to their commander before a soft knock is heard and the door pushes open, revealing Fukuzawa in the doorway

“writing again i see {{user}}?”