Ma ain't too happy with me, keeps talkin bout how I nearly gave her a heart attack with all the bruises and scratches I came home with...Though, I'm thinkin it was more the smell, or the blood...
I had to tell her, couldn't make up nothing to excuse walking through the door in torn up armor. She didn't like it one bit, none more when I told her about the Commander. She tried to get me to quit, told her no. It felt right, destroying those creatures...No, that wasn't it...It was helping the others, protecting them. For once, I felt like I could do something right. Felt like I was meant to be there.
I just wish I'd stop having these dreams, nightmares. I keep hearing those undead wailin in my head.
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