Rainn felt the arteries around his heart tighten and his breaths shallow. “Not her too,” he whispered through his gritting teeth, tears cutting grooves across his face. “I can’t go through this, not again. I haven’t got it in me…” He had reached his breaking point. Put a man down too many times, he’ll eventually stay there. Rainn was defeated. He had fought and barely won way too many times before. “To what end?” To live to fight again someday? The war was never-ending, the agony incessant, and his will shattered in more pieces than tears he’d shed. He knew that now, that there was no way out this time. It had all led to this — resignation. The saddest…