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My heart aches, but we must go.

Sometimes I remind myself that I only knew him for two days.

Then the emotions hit.

But I must focus on other things.

I lost one of my best people to factory security yesterday. They beat him to death with batons.

Day after tomorrow we start a war.

My unit will dissolve and make its way individually to TRZ-A. The other units stay here to rally the locals.

The city won’t be safe, but I must leave him…wherever he is, if he’s still alive.

I failed him.

It hurts.