[centre][hr][h1]Mila Wagner[/h1]
[sub][color=Silver][i]Garnian Salient: Front Line, August 25th - [b]The Battle of Hill 58[/b][/i][/color][/sub]
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Mila stood there for a little while, her cries trying to exorcise the horrible visions on her mind to no avail. She registered one of the sappers, a ridiculously young one, saying something to her. But she never quite understood what he had just said, as the words never pierced the veil of her sorrow fully. Or at least she thought so, as being called clean was the least think she expected. However, thanks to all those drills, when the Lance corporal said something, her mind was fairly quick on the uptake. Charpentier, the Darcsen Corporal had crumbled. It was Corporal Black this time the one addressing the troops. His words made much more sense than the sapper's.

Shock huh? She was in shock. Jean Charpentier was in Shock. Half of the people if not all, were in Shock. Without even rising to her feet, she pieced something together rather quickly.

[b]"It was a ...bloody charge into the trench, but our losses aren't as heavy as they... could have been." [/b]She answered to Isaac, her voice trembling, and still hiccuping quite a bit. And then, there was the wail. This one came from a rather young girl. It was all Mila needed. She snapped to her senses, eyes wide open, as she rubbed her teary face with the sleeve. It was then when she noticed the lance Corporal Charpentier pointing at her... but hesitating for some reason. 

[i]Get your bearings, Mila. What kind of older sister breaks down in tears?[/i] She thought to herself as she exerted force and made her lead-like limbs to stand, regaining her full towering height. She eyed both Charpentier and Black, before saying. [b]"No need, I can do it, sir."[/b] She addressed both corporals. Her fist clenched and unclenched, before she unbuttoned part of the top of the uniform, accessing some kind of ... compartment inside her clothes, producing both a handkerchief and a smashed-up but pretty much unblooded packet of candy, before closing in Lucia.

[b]"Hey. A pretty girl like you should not be crying like that."[/b] She said as she put a hand on Lucia's shoulder, still caked with the blood of enemies. [b]"Look at me, kitten. There's no shame in being a survivor."[/b] She added, as the gears clicked in her mind, before drawing the still mostly clean handkerchief to wipe the grime off the private's face. [b]"Do you want a humbug?" [/b]She finished.

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