My brokenness has not involved hurting someone else since the war. Normally... it's easy for a doctor to treat and hide his own wounds, if you catch my meaning. I don't put those feelings on someone else. I don't take their lives.

I don't think I could. I think it might break me. So I just simply cannot comprehend how others do it. I still have nightmares about enemy soldiers I killed during the Great War; even here, the guilt never leaves me.

In some very sick way, I envy people who can move on from such acts as if nothing happened. It is an ability I have always lacked.