I’ve been in the Army for the last seven iterations. Collectively, I’ve killed more people than I even know this time. The longer I live, the more I fight…the harder I become. I was calloused before. Now I’m something else.
None of this has ever mattered. What I am doesn’t matter, and giving up that stupid quest a “lifetime” ago was the best decision I have ever made. I hate everyone and everything, and the only thing I want is to burn the whole damn place down, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve been working on a plan…it’s subtle, and complex, and it will take a tremendous amount of effort and time, but when it’s finally done…I will survey what I have made, and consider it good.
Only thing in my way now is that I’m too old. Fortunately, there’s an easy fix to that.