A/N: Regarding Leper's desertion of the military.
Fatal Dreams
He didn't mean to do it, not really. He never made a conscious decision to leave – it just happened. It had to happen. It had to.
Apparently, a sign of madness is seeing Death in Life's every move. People look like skeletons and guns look like limbs, because that's what guns cause, after all – corpses. Bodies. Casualties, stripped of weapons and left to bleed. And he saw his future amongst the decay and discontent and insanity and hate, and so he ran.
Leper never was one for bravery.
But he carries the marks like a sickness, and the others just can't understand. They haven't seen the faces and the blood-stained ground and all the boys, all the boys, as good as dead, futures sealed and set in stone. And Leper counts the faces, and that's how many steps he is from redemption.
Immortality is a lofty goal, but perhaps, with practice and just a bit of luck, Leper will finally be able to attain it.
The End