Contemplation

Warden had laid in the cool water and almost forgot about time, closing his eyes. 

June was probably still in her class, he thought, considering the time discrepancy between regular time and frontline time. Not even a couple of hours passed for her.

The atmosphere here was serene with only the sound of the slow stream running over his form. Warden floated endlessly in relaxation for some time, after wiping away all the blood stains.

He had to spend six months on the front lines. Of course, others had mentioned not every day was about fighting for their lives. Still, Warden couldn't help but remember why he was here. He hadn't chosen this. He was wrongly accused and schemed against to receive this as punishment.

Warden didn't fear fighting, nor did he hate it. But he hated the people who wrongly signed him over here without even properly checking everything.