Ideals are always beautiful, but reality is always stark and cruel.
The world doesn't care about anyone's opinions; it only throws the coldest, harsh side of reality in your face, whether you accept it or not, that's reality.
The high hopes Henry and the others had for war were completely shattered on the first day in Cuba.
When death was just a ruler-length away from him, even after revealing his identity, the enemy still did not show mercy and wanted to kill him outright.
When buried in the ruins, a half-body moaning chunk of flesh clung to his ankle, those eyes full of the will to survive stared at him.
When a soldier was shot and exploded into pieces in front of him, and the body fragments splattered all over him.
Henry felt like his nerves were about to collapse; the brain dance would deliberately guide the user's attention and harmonize the content, such cruel scenes never appeared in past brain dances.
