[centre][hr][h1]Mila Wagner[/h1]
[sub][color=Silver][i]Garnian Salient: Post-Empire Trench Capture, August 25th - [b]The Battle of Hill 58[/b][/i][/color][/sub]
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[i]Move. Move. Move.[/i] Mimi clenched her teeth, unable to do anything but to fidget, even though she was directly called out by another sapper who was tending the wounded Darcsen. How did he know her name? It didn't matter. She could feel the stares, and as if an egged viper, she steeled herself. Big sis Mimi would never show weakness if she could help it. 

Isaac's speech however, brought her a window of opportunity, something she could do to show she wasn't completely useless.[b] "Just one of our Darcsen troopers wounded, Lance Corporal. They're patching him up"[/b]. She solemnly said, trying her best not to wake up the dozing Lucia. Poor creature needed sleep more than she needed breathing. Still, Mila Wagner was not finished. The fires were stoked once more, when he saw the other sapper spouting holier than thou crap.

[b]"What a load of  bullshit."[/b] Mimi snarled, as she stomped towards Archibald. [b]"Are you taking care of our wounded, or are you taking care of your beatiful fantasy, you two-bit preacher. You want to know the reason why I reel when I see Darcsen? How could I not, as they would see me for an Imperial tormentor. People aren't as naive as you think, sapper."[/b] Mimi was now levelled against the sapper, staring him down with a piercing gaze as her hand reached for his collar.

[b]"Spare me the drivel. It's all a fucking lie. We invented religion because we wanted to be better than beasts. But the difference between being -rational- and rabid animals, as you can see... is paper thin. It's kill or be killed."[/b] Mila said, as she released Archibald from her grasp.[b]"Even the little girl in the trench is a murderer... and we have to play pretend she will be fine and that she will be loved."[/b]