originally posted in:The New Dojo
I take off the mask, revealing a man in their mid-thirties.
I have a scar on my left cheek, the bridge if my nose, my right eye and my left ear.
English
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he stopped "Y-You're not a soldier...are you?"
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"Discharged a while back." I say, my tone grim and solemn. "Squad was wiped out... I think."
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He unconsciously gripped the knife "O-Okay"
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I put the mask back on, turning and walking.
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"wh-what are you doing?" He asked, trying to keep up
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I lift up the mask. "Going home?" I sign.