War. A state or period of fighting between nations.
Or in other words, mass massacre and pointless death.
He scratched the small stubble's on his soft jaw, eyes focused and reflecting the bright colours of the sunset. As soon as the red finally disappeared, he stood up with a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, thinking of what he was about to do.
It wasn't the brightest idea, nor was it the worst, but it would definitely bring suspicion towards him if he didnt make a good excuse. He didn't enjoy lying, so he better make a believable truth. At the sound of one of his men, the vice-admiral stepped off the boat and walked into the prison with pursed lips forming a thin line.
As soon as he passed the large gates, several pairs of eyes fell on him as if he was a prisoner and for a moment he considered meeting some of their gazes but ultimately decided against it.
After a few precautions that he could understand and willingly complied to, the vice-admiral closed his eyes peacefully and instead of blocking the sounds he focused on all of the cries of help, the screams of horror and pain, and the sobs of criminals who had long-ago served their sentences all flooded into his mind forcing him to remember that this was just another problem that needed to be solved.
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