Sion lay on the ground, unconscious but probably alive. I hope, at least. No need for anyone to get hurt on this mission...<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Says the man who just knocked a girl unconscious via head trauma</span>.<br/>My regret for accepting this mission bubbled up again. Was I going to feel guilty every step I took here? Eh, probably.<br/><br/>There would be no point in bringing a cadaver back to Solma. I needed to get her some sort of aid quickly. I dragged her body behind a shrubbery near the school, in an area that, if my observations over the past few days are correct, nobody ever goes to. I could hide myself well, but not the wounded girl.<br/><br/>I laid her down and tilted her head up, examining the wound. Fortunately, it wasn't anything that the first aid kit I carried couldn't handle. I retrieved it from one of the manifold pockets of my uniform and took out the military-issue healing gel. I applied it to her wound and it began to heal quickly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Strange,</span>I thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Strange and ironic. I'm hurting her one second, helping her the next. If this keeps up I may as well forget whose side I am on.</span>