Too Many - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Sept 26

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There’d been too many missions and far too many injuries; of himself and others. There were too many close calls, and more failures than he was comfortable admitting. Above all, there’d been far too many deaths. He didn’t dare think of how many of those had been by his hand. All of them were justifiable, pretty much, but they were becoming too numerous. He wondered how many more he could take before he lost his mind.

“Ready to roll, Tovarisch?” asked Napoleon, breaking into his melancholy thoughts.

“Indeed,” Illya replied, softly. “Let us go and save the world once again.”