"... I used to be like you." Pasha suddenly broke the silence. "Every time my friends went to war, I would wait at the city gate. The Union even built a high tower there for people to rest. They would know immediately if someone came back."
"Are you talking about Taquila?" Tilly asked.
"Yes, but after a few years, nobody but the garrison visited there. Do you know why?"
"..." Tilly did not reply but she already knew the possible answer.
