Editing Tranch warfare for a noble (section)

==Chapter 21: Farewell==

Grenn was insane. He was certain this had to be madness. He saw shadows of the men around him dance, celebrating his suffering. He heard the wind sing, as the dust consumed all colors he once knew, turning them to a sickly gray. His body was a stone shell, barely containing whatever he had become. He couldn't sleep. He was afraid.

The rescue team had arrived a day after his confrontation with Georgio. He had no physical signs of trauma, but his mental state was dangerously unstable. He had been taken to the camp, to be treated, taken care of. They couldn't imagine the monstrosity he witnessed.

He barely ate. The food tasted like ash. He had lost weight, his muscles growing weaker by the day. Maybe he could die before he saw a mirror. He was afraid of what he would see. The men had tried to take care of him. He pushed them away.

Grenn looked at the needles. The doctors tried to make him calm down with medicine. Calm enough to listen to reason. He only became more unstable as his wits and will weakened. He was left alone for a while. He broke the mirror before he could see a glimpse of himself. It was better this way.

After all, he wore no mask. No mask.

The Inquisition soon picked Grenn from Tranch. They sent a team to recover Georgio, but the man had disappeared. Jericus continued his duty on Tranch with a new loader. He often wondered what happened to the childish noble. Maybe he would hear of him, one day.

Georgio kept walking forwards, never looking back. There was nothing to see there. Nothing he would want to see.
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