[Lynette Bishop stands with her rifle rested over the floor, simply staring at Mad Caine. She remembers having suffered through the same the first time she had gone into these missions.
If Mad looks at her, she will notice Lynne's expression has turned solid; different from the clueless girl of days ago back at the mess hall. Emotional exhaustion of many months at war having hardened her, but almost sad in the way she still looks at her.
Her eyes are glassy. A thousand-yard stare. That sight had remained in her for too many months to be Combat Stress Reaction.]
You survived. I'm happy you are well in spite of everything.
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If Mad looks at her, she will notice Lynne's expression has turned solid; different from the clueless girl of days ago back at the mess hall. Emotional exhaustion of many months at war having hardened her, but almost sad in the way she still looks at her.
Her eyes are glassy. A thousand-yard stare. That sight had remained in her for too many months to be Combat Stress Reaction.]
You survived. I'm happy you are well in spite of everything.