The idea of it is shocking. The aftermath of just one war, compounded into something horrifying—
But they’re all still lives. Bodies, the dead piling around every corner of their thoughts. Tossed into the mass grave of their minds.
“You kill enough people in a war, sir—eventually they just become numbers. But those numbers mean something.” John replies softly. His mind drifts back to that first day with Jack—the sting of Co’s death burning so fiercely, and Jack’s gentle but wholly comprehending reassurance.
“A good man told me that remembering the fallen is important. Sometimes it’s why we survive the things we’ve seen…the things we’ve done.” John isn’t aware of the way his features have softened with thoughts of Jack—someone who’s come to mean so much to him in such a short time in ways he’s not quite ready to name.
“A man who remembers—who makes sure he remembers…I’ll still follow that man, sir. Happily.”
CW: corpse related imagery
But they’re all still lives. Bodies, the dead piling around every corner of their thoughts. Tossed into the mass grave of their minds.
“You kill enough people in a war, sir—eventually they just become numbers. But those numbers mean something.” John replies softly. His mind drifts back to that first day with Jack—the sting of Co’s death burning so fiercely, and Jack’s gentle but wholly comprehending reassurance.
“A good man told me that remembering the fallen is important. Sometimes it’s why we survive the things we’ve seen…the things we’ve done.” John isn’t aware of the way his features have softened with thoughts of Jack—someone who’s come to mean so much to him in such a short time in ways he’s not quite ready to name.
“A man who remembers—who makes sure he remembers…I’ll still follow that man, sir. Happily.”