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- Harmonious Captain -
- Weapon Type: Gun -
A young captain whose subordinates call him a coward due to the amount of withdrawal orders he issues and his rather timid composure.
He once rejected a boy who offered to serve on a strike team before an operation; when the boy vanished soon thereafter, he found himself worrying about him.
Was this because of his fearful personality, or did something else stir deep inside his heart?
Main Outfit.
"I never want to lose a comrade again."
Is that meant to be your atonement?
"I will protect them all—no matter what."
Struggle all you like; the lost will never return.
"What life I have left I give to my comrades."
Yet nothing will ever release you from this hell.
For me, the answer is "the safety of my squadmates."
I don't need anything so long as everyone comes back alive.
...Even if wishing for that might not absolve me of my sins.
(D)ark memories replay in my mind
(A)nd I hide in the shadow of loneliness
(W)hen I realize my life still goes on
(N)oticing that you remain at my side
(S)urely we will reach our fated end
"Hmm... I can't decide what to give the squad."
"They'd definitely be happy with food, so maybe cake? Or steak!"
"Cake... Steak... Cakesteak? Is that even a thing?"
"Still, once they eat the food, it's gone. That's kind of sad..."
"No, I'm overthinking it. This is no time for indecision; It's the most special day of the year, and I want them all to be happy!"
I kill our enemies to protect our future.
I kill my own beliefs for the sake of a duty I cannot defy.
I kill my dreams for as long as war persists.
I kill my hopes as I feel the end approaching.
I kill my emotions as I watch my subordinates die.
I kill my soul and become as a puppet.
And yet light remains all the same.
I wanted to see you.
I thought I would never have to turn back.
I screamed, fearing the approach of dawn,
but could not escape the midnight sun.
I looked away from the brilliant future,
choosing a shadowed path no other can see.
I prayed this place might be my eternal hell,
so the fear I felt that day could be with me always.
Gr6:9 - Captain Protector
Fear not the trigger. Fear not the gun.
Walk the path of sin for your convictions.
Be prepared for consequences of action.
Your path will always continue. Even in a hail of bullets.
Even if you lose your home, so long as you hold gun in hand, neither death nor sin shall be the end of you.
So do not stop. Move on. Endure.
Continue until the day the light shines on your conviction.
WIND BLOWS
FLOWERS BLOOM
BUTTERFLIES GLIDE
THE LIGHT IN THE GARDEN SHINES ON ME
MY HEART DREAMS—BURNS BLACK
I WILL FIGHT UNTIL I DIE
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Light is warm, reassuring, and filled with hope. It is given equally to all living things, and grants them its blessings without reserve.
That's why I reject the light. It doesn't suit a man soaked with sin like me.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The sounds of gravel grinding against earth.
Thud, thud thud.
The sounds of bootheels plodding on asphalt.
There's something utterly nostalgic about those sounds — they remind me of the land where I was born and raised.
When I hear them, I understand anew why I spend my days locked in battle — I do so for the land I'm from, and the precious feelings I left there.
I kill our enemies to protect our future.
I kill my own beliefs for the sake of a duty I cannot defy.
I kill my dreams for as long as war persists.
I kill my hopes as I feel the end approaching.
I kill my emotions as I watch my subordinates die.
I kill my soul and become as a puppet.
And yet light remains all the same.
Gr6:8 - Guardian of Wisdom
Entrust your fate to one who knows you well. Let past regrets be the starting point of all action. Human emotions are full of contradictions, so embrace failures that stem from greed. Use the will of the masses as your standard to determine what is right. For it is you who controls your actions and emotions — though how you act on this wisdom is ultimately up to you.
November 7th. The day of an infiltration mission.
Today, like any other day, I point the muzzle of my gun at my target. Eyes fearful, body shivering, mouth open in protest, yet I send him to the grave all the same. His only crime was of being an inconvenient existence in the eyes of the military.
For as long as I serve the military — and for as long as I bear the burden of my wrongdoings — this fate is one from which I cannot escape. Perhaps I too, like them...shall one day...
"I wish the captain would get it together."
"Maybe he hates being called a coward."
"He retreated so damn fast last time!"
"We're alive. Ain't that enough?"
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"He's usually so quiet, you know?"
"Right? Guy only perks up during battle."
"Like how he worried about that kid."
"Yeah, I hear rumors about his past..."
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"Guess he was a hot-shot back in the day."
"Still, you can't fake his recent success."
"You think retreats are a strategy?"
"I think he looks out for us."
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"Leave him behind and retreat!?"
"Yep. Direct orders from the captain."
"Screw that! I'm goin' back in there!"
"Sounds like we're on the same page."