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The Jaded Survivor barks an order. Lady Gradegras is subject to a swarm of stinging insects. In the aftermath, the Greyrat shudders once and goes very still, distant memories flickering through her heart. The sound of arrows on metal. Friends in muddy ground and flags and plans thrown aside by the advance of armored stalwarts. The sound of shells. Columns of alchemical smoke like clouds, the few blessed moments of rain between the hot-fizzing pangs of cooking human flesh drifting on the wind.
The Serakai Plains were green, once.
Maybe one day they will be again? Hope, recall, dies last. Hope, recall, dies fighting.
<span class="mu-i">The Jaded Survivor clenches her jaw so hard one of her teeth click from the pressure and rallies reserves of inner strength.</span>
