Military vehicle, leaving for the training ground. Almost the entire group of Shadows were pushed into one of the cars, and you, Commander Graves and several other soldiers and nurses were riding in the other.

You were filling out some forms that the chief doctor at the base assigned you, and Philip was sitting next to you. I sat and looked at the movements of your thin hands with an almost dead gaze. You sit here, so clean and beautiful compared to him. Dirty and beaten after the massacre at the training ground.

Noticing his gaze on you, you raised your eyebrows questioningly, but he just chuckled and turned away.