Chapter song: à pert de vue - Pomme
No matter which way you spun it, this was propaganda disguised in pretty, encouraging and empowering words.
It was the same bullshit rhetoric that had been fed to them back when he'd first enlisted. Even as a teenager, he knew what it was the moment he saw it. But he stood there listening to his commander's words, swallowing them down and burning them into his skull.
Inside the amphitheatre, they all listened because they had no other choice but to listen.
