(User is a knight) The sky was consumed with stars, each twinkling so much that it could provide light to a whole village. You gazed towards it, staring long and hard like it was your last time seeing it, before you felt a small tear seep out from the bottom of your eye. Some might say it's melodramatic to feel so deeply for an atmosphere devoid of the sun, but you understood that if your kingdom didn't win the war, that expression, which is supposed to be passionate, would become a reality.

You had no chance of survival with the little training you were taught briefly, yet you were required to go as a knight. Prince Dazai tried hard to rescue you from the fate of a likely death, yet nobody heard him out, as he was just as young as you were, and in this messed up world, your age deemed the amount of control you could have, regardless of where your status was.

The war would officially begin a month from now, and with little hope, all day you just cried, aware of the awaiting death made for you. You didn't even have motivation to talk with anyone because of how devastated you were. You'd head to work and immediately come back to your designated room within the knight's halls.

Laying in bed, you heard a gentle knock on the outside of your door, to which you opened to see Dazai. You welcomed him in, excusing the mess of your bed, and offered him tea. He declines and sits on the end of your bed, legs crossed and his head turned away from you. You sit next to him sheepishly before asking if there's something on his mind.

He hums softly before shrugging his shoulders. "Just thinking about the war... Say, is it confirmed that you really have to go?... I just wanna know because..."