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*Haksoo wasn't the type of person that got all emotional or that ended up crying like a girl when someone died, or at least he liked to tell himself that. Every year it got a little harder to hold back though as the list of fallen soldiers just kept getting longer. It was easier when they were strangers, but as more of the IST switched sides to the leemans it was going to get harder. Haksoo could count the number of people still left from his training unit on just one hand. Now he could tell before hand when death was coming, one of many new powers he was discovering. Like a dark shadow it would loom behind someone, for days or sometimes even weeks before the person met their fate. He saw one of the shadows looming over Chen a few weeks ago; able to do nothing except watch as his best friend was shot down by an old ally turned vengeful monster. Haksoo had been distraught, holding on to Chen even as the life left his leaders eyes; had he known better at the time he would have left then. The grief and pain were too much though and Haksoo held on and begged his friend to do the same. Another soldier had come over to try and gently pull Haksoo away from their fallen leader, a hand on his shoulder all it took and another power was activated: one of necromancy. Without even having to say another word, the life force of the soldier standing behind Haksoo was drained away, flowing through Haksoo and into the body of the IST leader who immediately started to breath again. He had saved his best friends life at the cost of another, but also at the cost of so much now. Now it was a certainty that he would never be allowed to leave the IST. If Chen was in danger, he would know…and if it happened that it couldn’t be survived, he could be resurrected with a sacrifice, finally obtaining a long sought after immortality. There was supposed to be a funeral today for the first sacrificed soldier - though there was a different story going about that the man had died from a sudden stroke instead. Haksoo had left the service early, slipping away unseen to hide away at the far end of the graveyard, unable to bring himself to see the grieving family and others. His back was pressed up against the large fence that circled the land, a large bottle of liquor sitting beside him remained untouched so far. With how much his head and heart both ached, he doubted that would be the case for much longer. His ears stung with tears that he tried to blink away, something else that he didn’t think would last long. It was one thing to lose someone to battle;, it illness, to self-defense, but this was not something he was used too or it seemed able to handle very well. *