Jaeger Sobek reached out shakily toward the old captain. For a moment, it felt as if too many emotions had flooded his mind, yet at the same time, he seemed unable to feel anything at all.
He was merely the son of a fallen noble family raised on a colony, with few friends in the Imperial Guards. The captain of the Red Mountain, that open-minded old sailor full of life's wisdom, was one of the comrades he had made—someone he could trust with his back completely.
He had learned so much from the old man, and he had thought he would have the chance to learn even more. Even after the decorated old captain retired and returned home to raise cattle on his ranch, there would surely be no shortage of opportunities. Sobek had even pictured himself visiting his old friend during leave. The old man and the young one, an unlikely pair of friends, would drink, eat hotpot, hum songs, and fish together. Even if Sobek joined the Air Force, they could still party from night until sunrise and watch the morning light spill across the vast ranch.
But now, the old captain was lying on a stretcher. He would never stand again, never go fishing again, never gallop across his sprawling ranch again.
Jaeger Sobek didn't know how much time had passed. Perhaps he had made it there quickly, or perhaps it had taken him a long time to reach the motorized stretcher. He wanted to say a proper goodbye to his comrade... Then he heard a thunderous snore.
Well, that snoring was loud. It didn't mean he was completely healthy, but at least it showed he was sleeping well!
All right, who was going to give me back my heartfelt moment?
Sobek clenched his fists, itching to