Salute to the Commander!

Scorn. Hatred. Disappointment. He tasted it all. Got them blatantly spat in his face so many times that he’s grown numb to it. He can feel the cold ice creeping over his heart, a last attempt at preserving what’s left of its warmth.

So he didn’t expect this at all.

The roar of the crowd below him was heard even from the top of Wall Rose. The jeers turned into cheers. Encouragement. Laughter.

Hope.

It was all evident in the voices of the citizens. The people they were trying to protect. The ones they wanted to free from life within the walls.

Their spirit rang with the Corpsmen. The young soldiers shouting back words of promise and victory.

It was all like a dream. And 'selfishly', he thought, for the sake of his own dream, he will don the Wings of Freedom, and charge into battle.   

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What did I do??? God I just...love him so much that I wanted to write something for him. Frick I'm such a nerd.