He sat up and looked down at his hands, his dirty, rough, and unfamiliar hands. How many men had he slaughtered with this hand? How many times had he swung his sword without hesitation? How many times had he grinned when he glanced down at a bleeding corpse? 'War huh?' he thought to himself, clenching his hands, 'the weight of that sword is starting to get to me.'
"On the other hand…" Litian muttered, smiling slightly, "we also managed to save a lot of lives. Many at the edge of death were saved and are now being cared for. The advantage in numbers we had was also a great advantage."
"Right…" Dominic agreed, "the monthly supply of soldiers was probably what led us to victory. That and Feline's amazing ability to come up with good strategies that made good use of the things we had."
