[ bombs and disease. oh, that sounds wonderfully pleasant. belle digs in her heels and stops at the door, frowning, nearly delving into scowl territory. her eyes glance up at the building in front of her. ]
We're their soldiers. They should treat us decently.
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[ bombs and disease. oh, that sounds wonderfully pleasant. belle digs in her heels and stops at the door, frowning, nearly delving into scowl territory. her eyes glance up at the building in front of her. ]
We're their soldiers. They should treat us decently.
[ she shakes her head. ]
There isn't anywhere safer?