"Field is dead, and I'm even more heartbroken than you!" Moritz pressed his forehead against Winters's, "But men always die in battle! Do you understand? Field doesn't need you to avenge him! Do you understand?"
Winters finally came back to his senses from his rage after an indeterminable amount of time. He suddenly felt extraordinarily tired, as if all his strength had been drained away, and the sword in his hand dropped to the ground.
Seeing that Winters was no longer out of control, Moritz finally let out a sigh of relief.
Observing the blood-stained armor and clothes on Winters, the major hurriedly ordered Lieutenant Pisalo and another lieutenant to "escort" Winters to the military doctor to deal with his injuries.
