"I saw you skipping dinner again," she said quietly. "Do you really think I don't notice how much you're suffering?"
Mika froze, words stuck in his throat.
Greta pressed the bun closer.
"Eat it," she insisted. "And when this battle ends, resign from the military."
He hesitated, then nodded slowly.
Once, he had wanted to defend the military, to stay loyal and protect the base.
But as time passed, he finally understood the truth.
By continuing to serve, he was nothing more than a fool.
The military didn't value their sacrifices at all; they only knew how to exploit them.
"This is the last time," he replied quietly, turning his back.
Watching him walk away, Greta murmured under her breath, her voice bitter,
"These leaders don't deserve your dedication."
She remembered too clearly how the military had gradually worsened their treatment of soldiers.
When Mika had been gravely injured in a previous battle, they hadn't even bothered to send proper medicine.
