Elise sat silently on the crest of the hill. She took one last drag from the cigarette in her mouth and flicked it away. A soldier approached from behind her.
"Ma'am," the soldier began timidly. "You're needed back at the camp, with the Commander..." It seemed she was reluctant to finish that particular thought.
Elise said nothing. She sat for a few more minutes, then she used her spear to get to her feet. "It's not worth it, you know," she said as she turned to walk to the camp.
The soldier hesitated. "What do you mean, Ma'am?" she asked.
Elise stopped for a moment a looked the young soldier in the face. She laughed, but it was not a happy sound. "I've been with the Legion since I was younger than you. Almost four decades now. Today was just another day where I lost friends. It's not worth it. It's not worth it... to be the lucky one."
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