I remember all I had once was my little brother. He was five years younger than me, born during a bombing. We played, we laughed, we loved each other. When our parents were killed seven years later, we grew even closer. Now he's gone, and I had no one left to love.

No one, that is, until the rebels found me.

I'm trying to trust them, I really am. After they saved my life, it was the least I could do to help them out. But it never seemed right without him there. I felt like I didn't have a purpose. But now that there's an enemy, I guess I have to step it up.

I'm ready to end this war.