IRID
"I feel guilty. If the major had not jumped in for me, Sgt. Willow would not have left him," Lt. Graves says in a depressed voice.
We are currently at the cafeteria, sitting at the table near the window, all huddled up. Beyond the window, out on the field, is Major Lais Felix, just standing there and looking faraway. He's been there for the last thirty minutes, barely moving, just staring.
"Meow meow," Tripod says.
If I could talk cat, I would say that even the cat looks dejected upon witnessing the current situation of his father. The raven feline sits at Lt. Song's lap, blinking slowly, nudging his mother.
