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022. God.
It was Hell. Roy couldn't put it in any better words. He cursed with every bullet that flew by him, knowing that he had just escape death's hands once again. She, of course, was off somewhere; in a tower perhaps, ready to shoot at any sign of danger. Whenever she happened to fire the gun though, he always looked where it had come from. He knew that it was her, shooting down another enemy and he cursed for making her dirty her hands like she was. He was unaware that she was watching him, feeling the same remorse.
They meet later outside his tent and he gave her his classic smirk. Inside, he told her that a better part of him hoped the war would end soon. He saw a flicker of emotion pass through her. They had never believed in any type of God, but at this exact moment, they felt the need to pray to least someone. She told him that if there was by chance someone up there, then this war would be over soon. He smiled at her though, but told her that God would have stopped it, if he had the guts to. That night, he prayed with her anyways. He didn't close his eyes though, for the way she whispered the words, her lips so close to her clasped hands, it was enchanting to watch.
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