Sora's POV
Camp comes down on the last morning.
I pack the final load out of the medical area myself. Nobody else knows where everything goes, and I want it done right. Even now. Even with the war over and the tent coming down around me.
I sort the last of it. Clean from used. Keep from toss. I box the instruments and label each box. Then I pull the field logs.
Three months of them. I stack them in order.
Every case is in there. Every man I closed. Every man I couldn't. The young Beta with the gut wound who made it. The one two cots over who didn't, no matter what my hands did. The names run under my fingers as I square the stack, and for a second each one is a face again, and then it's just paper.
I seal the box for the archive. I run my hand over the top log once. Then I close the
