[The warmth of that hand keeps Sinclair steady. He swallows and squeezes Oria's hand in turn, letting go reluctantly when a soldier's eyes falls on them.
Live. That's all he can ask for both of them now. Don't die, no matter what happened.
There's barking orders for everyone to start their usual routine - laps around the field. Anyone who fell behind would be punished.
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Live. That's all he can ask for both of them now. Don't die, no matter what happened.
There's barking orders for everyone to start their usual routine - laps around the field. Anyone who fell behind would be punished.
Hah...]