They say Briarhearts are incapable of humanity. Incapable of experiencing pain or pleasure. That they have no mercy. That they have no soul. That they are not human. That they cannot love for they do not have the heart to do so. And yet...

Loyalty. Unwavering loyalty. But to what? One's comrades? One's orders? One's instinct? Questions that could not be faced are forced upon two soldiers as they wage war against another. If all is fair in love and war, than nothing was fair. A sacrifice must be made from one. But it was not so simple. Nothing ever was. (Old story rewritten. T for now.)

I've told myself it's just a little crush everyday since I met him... I didn't realize the extent of my lie until it was far too late.