[Sealand sniffles, swallows a sob, but doesn't say anything more. He'll follow Caesar's orders, because that's what countries do, they do what their citizens want, and forts do what their commanders tell them, even if he doesn't want to. Caesar's blood on his arm only makes him even more frightened, but he tries not to show it. He isn't doing a very good job.]
W-we're almost inside. Y-you'll... You'll be okay.
[But Sealand is watching the blood stain his shirt and he can't find it in himself to believe what he's saying anymore.]
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W-we're almost inside. Y-you'll... You'll be okay.
[But Sealand is watching the blood stain his shirt and he can't find it in himself to believe what he's saying anymore.]