The storm grew angrier as the battle prolonged. Almost as if Mother Nature herself was becoming more and more upset at the destruction and blood that was staining her land...Surrounded by their comrades fighting to the death. Fikell and Caldo were having a simple conversation.
"..."
However, after the powerful statements directed at him...Caldo remained silent contemplating those words...Had he given up? He asked himself this along with questioning Fikells reasons for telling him this...Was it to provoke him, or was it simply out of the still kind heart of a kid?
" I don't care about the reasons for this war." Suddenly Fikell spoke. Caldo's gaze was trained on the muddy floor slowly lifted up.
' Huh?"
" What I'm saying is I don't care about who wins or who loses...I'm fighting for my own selfish reasons."
[" Huh...He is just a kid."]
