I look at you lying in the dirt, your nose dripping with blood as you call out to your teammates, your pleas for help falling on deaf ears as they left you in the dust. It’s ironic, really. You’d think they’d never leave anyone behind in enemy territory, but I guess there’s always exceptions.

I walk over to you, looming over you in your fragile state. I feel a distant pang in my chest, and it’s a feeling I haven’t felt in quite some time; empathy.