"I...don't know." He managed, because he wasn't sure what would happen to himself, to his mind, once that happened. Making any plans felt hopeful and he didn't have the strength to hope much these days as the risk of it being taken away felt like it could crush what little he had inside.
Derailed by the question, he glanced up at the tail end of Whisler's answer. "You're in a war. No matter what side you are on. You might have to kill someone. But....if you are happy here and managed to have a better life. Then that's all that matters I suppose."
Orangeish Sherbert
