TAKE THIS BADGE FROM ME // JOINING?

[SICARION]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify;"]He was a good soldier. Not a good man, but a good soldier, and that was all they wanted from him. Forever trapped in his father's shadows, the footprints to fill bloodied. Once, when he was younger, he'd thought he could prove his didn't have to be steeped in that failure, except some things- maybe they were genetic; maybe getting the people he cared about killed was wired in his DNA, because his aspirations were all for shit. He was a good soldier, followed orders to a T, jumped however high was told, but he was a shitty brother. Lost the only family he had left because falling in line was always so damn important, even when he knew he'd never crawl out from under his father's stained legacy. Floris should have told his CO to fuck himself, should've marched back to the line his little brother would hold to his death and dragged him out of there before he could throw his life away for people who would never see him. But he didn't, and Kyeus was just a name on a list somewhere significant only for his attachment to a failure of a man.

It was late to realize the road he walked had a dead-end, especially after what shutting his eyes cost him, but better late than never. Maybe. Floris couldn't decide if any of this would be worth it, if being branded a deserter would sting any less if he buried himself in this snow. There was no turning back now, no matter what happened, and he'd just have to count on being too stubborn to die in a snowbank.

A little sun would be nice, something to warm his bones, but if the squishy people could make it out here, then so could he.