Donnel remains unconscious since the incident, short dreams of meeting each of his friends. The good times. . .a soft smile as he remembers them.

Maybe. . . I should learn t'play the jug.

I can't wait ta show m'stuff ta-night at th' barracks! Mr. Lord Sire Commander Chrom just what I can do!

Digs tharja a grave #tharjafuneral

"Like a western cow boooooooy."

WELL YEEEEE DAWGY BOYS! HOW'RE ALL YOU FELLAS DOIN' T'DAY?!

"The end of em Ole man!!!"

"Yeeep, this is how it do. Farm life. Thank goodness Chrom gave me the day off! Need to have a day to wash off these pigs!"

"Now this don't look like the annual shepherd farm meeting. . . Musta fergotten to take a left at Plegia. God dang it."

"I can take you fer a ride on my big green tractor! We can go slow or maybe go faste- Aw shucks. . . This ain't home neither! Guess I'm gonna be late for the annual shepherds valentine's day party too. . ."

". . . Dang it. . ."

"Now how in the Naga did I wind up in a bipedal walking nuclear warhead launching mech? How do I git back to th' Shepherds!?"

"HOOOOOWEEE! What a good mornin'!!" Heads to the trenches to keep digging. "Life ain't easy when yer 15 and wanna follow in yer pa's footsteps but it's honest work!"

Hands the reader some potatoes. "Fresh from the dirt! Here ya go!"

"Hm? Someone up above these here trenches? I should go take a look!"

Covered in viscera. "Oh. . ."

Shining his pot. Knows any day now that he'll get an actual helmet.

FLEES

First 8 months, I don’t even know if I really loved the child soldier. It’s Donnel. I’m watching this thing morph… Fascinated by it. Loved taking care of it. But would I die if someone came in with a tome?