<span style="color: blue">"I feel weak, I come into my small hole in the ground, I see metals, oils, fake limbs... things I can't live without, my strength is hardly my own anymore. What kind of warrior can't even rely on their own strength? I see the people, I lie through my teeth, tell them I'm just fine and that I'll always be there for them... then I come home and I cry. I cry until it's time for me to make my rounds the next day, I don't eat or sleep, I just wait and regret my life and the choices I've made."</span>She let out another sigh of gears grinding and shook her head.<span style="color: blue"> "You're the person person I've ever been able to open up to, so... thank you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>