Chapter 45
Sora's POV
I used to care too much about what people thought of me.
In the seven years at the Packhouse, every sentence I said went through my head three times first. Would this one upset Violet. Would that one make Ethan think I was making a fuss. Would speaking sharply to a maid get back to the elders.
Every time I opened my mouth, it was like passing through a narrow door. I had to shrink myself to the smallest possible size to squeeze through.
The battlefield doesn't let me live like that.
The battlefield doesn't wait for anyone. There are no practice dummies here. No simulated drills. No second chances.
The first time I stepped up to the surgical table at the transfer station, my hand shook for a few seconds. The chief medical officer glanced at me. He didn't say any
