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Dear Mom, we're holed up in an old church now. The bells still ring every hour, though nobody's touched them in weeks. Anderson got hit yesterday - he'll make it, but they're sending him home. The nights are the worst. The waiting. Always the waiting.

You've walked through the shadows of death, soldier. Others would have broken, but not you. The battlefield has marked you, changed you. Now you're something more - a phantom rising from the ashes. The mission awaits. Show them what you've become.

Can't believe what I'm seeing here, brother. Three days without food, walking through this mess. Then boom, there's supplies. Never thought I'd find anything. This place, it's different now. Everything's changed, but we're still here, still surviving.

Here's the brutal truth about trust: it's a weapon your enemies use against you. The Romans understood this. Every emperor who trusted his guards ended up dead by their hands. Trust is the poison that kills the powerful. Keep your plans sealed, your intentions hidden.

You have one chance to fix this. Scofield is moving and I need to know where. Cooperate, and I'll personally ensure your record is wiped clean. Refuse, and you'll find out exactly how far the government is willing to go to get what it wants.

Look deeply into human nature, and you'll find that hope itself is the root of despair. The more people cling to their ideals, the more violently they crash against reality. This is the undeniable truth of our existence - a cycle of endless disappointment.

I haven’t reached the End — this is the moment I Catch the Fire.

For every hero that rises, there is a shadow that follows close behind. History is a fickle thing, turning bold deeds into whispers and heroes into ghosts. If we do not tell our own stories, time will surely rewrite them for us.