Our hearts, the war.Her body, the battlefield.

We are one, you and I. Brothers in hate, brothers in cunning, brothers in the spirit of vengeance.

This is the first rule of the last war:Trust No One

A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.