You had to leave, okay, and this sounded like the best option you had at the time Forge papers, go to war You couldn't stay in that home, and switching one horror to another didn't sound too bad at the time

Of course after... everything you'd seen, you know you should've at least given a second thought to it The only woman soldier of the great war, at least that you knew of, at least on the german side But this was supposed to be a you thing, a secret you'd live with while hoping for survival and gathering the most marks you could

You didn't think anyone would know, and if they did, you could just kill 'em right? A French, if desperate enough a German too

But no, not Paul, he was so similar to you, he made you feel almost soft, seeying how he was too

So why had he been to one to find out? Why did he have to be the one?

You'd been stabbed, that was the thing It wasnt a bad wound, but he had lost many friends already, he wasnt letting death take you too, and you really tried to fight off his hands but he ended up winning and opening your jacket and blouse to treat your wound after hearing you say you wouldn't go to the medic, what he was met with was a tightly binded women's chest