But we’re still Squad E. The last light in the northern blizzard.
I miss Minerva’s calm voice over the radio. I miss Kai’s scouting reports that always ended with “No contacts… for now.” I even miss the way Raz chews his rations like he’s angry at the food itself. Valkyria Chronicles 4-CODEX
For Gallia. For the living.
Maybe they are.
Tomorrow, we cross the frozen fjord. The Imperials have tanks dug into the cliffs. They have a Valkyria too—I saw the lightning from three miles away. It looked like the gods were tearing the sky open. But we’re still Squad E