*Trym looks out over the camp and thinks to himself*
I am not afraid of
the dark I'm more
afraid of not
finding the light
I have been in this hell for god knows how long now and I'm getting tired. I don't know how much longer I can manage all alone out here. Fuck, it wos all just supposed to be a normal job, take some shots of the hell going on and then just get the fuck out. But it all got out of control so fast and now im sitting here regretting my choice to go.
*Trym grabs his small wooden pendant and whispers*
I'm so sorry.