'How many have I killed now?' Andrew thought in his state of half sleep.
'How many enemies?'
'How many mech pilots?'
'How many mages?'
'Ten? One hundred? One thousand? Ten thousand? Definitely not, right?'
For the past 2 weeks in Upper Hurd District, Andrew got exposed to war and its rigors in the rawest form possible.
Every waking day, he worried for an enemy invasion attempt.
Every waking day, he stayed close to his mech, not knowing when the alarm would be rang across the defense base and he would be forced to go back to the battlefield against his will despite the fact that he wanted to sleep.
Recently, every night, he had nightmares where he could hear machine gun fire ring repeatedly all through the night.
Living was hell but somehow, in this atmosphere, Andrew was still coping.
He never knew that he was this mentally resilient before now.
