What she said: I'm ok.
What she meant: Why we still here? Just to suffer? Every night I can feel my leg and my arm, even my fingers, the body I've lost, the comrades I've lost, they won stop hurting. It's like they're all still there. You feel it too don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our past.
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