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She turned her back on me and advanced to help whoever was further ahead. I let out an irritated grunt, punching the floor.

I hadn't stopped, I felt like a drug addict seeing the scene in front of me resemble so many other times that I entered a battle. The sound of bones breaking, a heart being ripped out, muscles ripping apart, the grunts opponents made when striking a blow, the screams and moans of pain.

But she was right, my condition brought me shame. Bad or not, I had to use every breath to do something useful, to defend and avenge. It didn't matter if I was too bad to get into combat, it mattered that I did my best to try to accomplish something; be it taking out an enemy, giving someone time to flee or just defending an innocent person.

It was the least I could and that I had to do for this place.

- Those fucking flashbacks have got to be good for something. - I mutter using the wall to get up a little more willing - Anger is adren
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