G Corp. Manager Corporal Gregor/Identity Story

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Identity Story

Speaker	Dialogue
	The child slammed on and on.
	He could’ve been hacking away.
	Or perhaps he was stabbing.
	A medal emblematizing his rank rested at a corner of his chest, as if to acknowledge the troubles he went through.
	The child’s eyes, ones which once shone with a vigorous gleam, have now been drained of any color.
	Was there any meaning to that war?
	The conflict of interests between multiple Wings? Perhaps, but were the interests of the many children who fought the war part of them?
	It certainly would be nice if they were…
	Because, for this child, there’s no desire or wish of any kind on his face as he skewers the hearts of one enemy after another.
	The child used to salute with pure passion in his eyes only a short time ago, but that span wasn’t so short in his memory.
	And, his tired and battered mind…
	Eventually settled on the conclusion that stifling his emotions amidst bloodshed was the right way to be, or so it would seem.
	Alright.
	If that is for your sake…
	Then, in its own way, it’s the right thing to do.

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