Veteran & Ichor
You chase riddles, I chase the line of duty—tell me, what’s the true cost of a promise on the battlefield?
The cost is not in coins or medals but in the silent echo of a broken vow, the shadow it casts on every soldier who carries it, the quiet war inside a heart that once swore to stay true. It's the memory that lingers when the smoke clears.
You’re right. A broken promise is a scar that never fades, and it’s the one thing no medal can cover. It’s the quiet weight we carry even after the smoke clears.
That weight sits where no shine can reach and gnaws until you learn to bear it.
You learn to bear it by standing straight, accepting the weight, and letting duty be the light that keeps you moving.