"I never wanted to get involved." A sigh. "When I realized where - when - I was, I wanted to run."

Silence.

"Looked into Uagadou and Mahoutokoro, but..."

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"...everyone always imagines themselves a hero. Not me. I've always known I would have never enlisted in WWII."

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"But I went and made friends like an idiot. And now what I want doesn't matter, I'm as good as drafted."

A hoot.

Her lips twitched. "Let me guess, that means; 'Dammit Jim, I'm an owl, not a therapist!'?"

Another hoot.

"Right. Well, here's the letter. Thanks for listening, I guess."