Finally, after so long, I'm back in the capital. I was fed up with the soldiers watching me shower, those perverted bastards. Now I can finally shower in peace. The war in the south is going well; we're advancing more than we've retreated. Our terrain gives us an advantage; they defend open fields while we attack from the mountains. But something seems strange: they're always retreating almost without fighting. It seems like they want to lead us into some trap, some siege they know we can't win because it's too easy. Well, I won't think about that now; I just want to get to the capital. This damn train has already broken down twice since the journey began. Instead of the officers drinking expensive wines and organizing parties in the capital, celebrating war exploits and calling themselves war heroes when they've never set foot on a battlefield, if they used that money to buy new trains to secure supply routes, it would help. Because otherwise, we'll only have delays in supplies and reinforcements. But I hope he's finally okay. I'll go see him to fulfill our promise. I heard we're losing him up north. I hope at least he survived. I'll finally tell him how I feel, even though he'll probably be traumatized by what he saw and probably won't be thinking about love right now. But I'll allow myself the luxury of being selfish and telling him how I feel. I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way.
