Despair

It was hopeless.
No, it had been hopeless, now she was just broken. She still remembered those greenskins, still remembered that bayonet charge that had cost her unit everything but her.
"You have a visitor."
"Okay." Her voice was listless, out of energy.
"Hey Carmine, you doing ok? Eating regularly?"
"Commissar Goldenrod..." Her voice was tight, cold.
"You're my peer, come on, you can use my first name..."
"Mi... Michael. You've been visiting me weekly, lately. Why?"
"We're childhood friends, and besides, your unit and mine worked quite well together..."
"Until..."
"Well, until, but you held up your end... It's..."
"Well, it is, my commander decided to storm that blood pact unit, and we lost, because we didn't wait for you..."
"We.. were held up..." Michael had taken over 1st Battalion's heavy weapons section, just like that, and led them to press forward, not even waiting for the platoon they were there to support. He'd catch some flak over this, Sophia was seething.