“If your days here are really bound to an end, may I have a selfish request?” William's voice was a quiet croak, undertoning a shiver that betrays the turmoil brewing inside him. “Take this badge of mine with you, wherever you may be headed.”
The soldier's emblem rested heavy upon your palm, squeezed gently by his own to ensure you would hold it tight. His eyes were a glassy reflection against the light seeping through the twigs of the sycamore tree shading you two.
William knew that to triumph was to lose something, a moral with which the Costanian War had taught him one too many times. Yet under the bask of today’s ephemeral sunset, he felt like he's surrendering so much more.
Winning was to inseparably breathe with the after-whispers of those who fall, and in this battle with time, he fears he would be dealing with his own. The soft crack in your laughter in shared conversations, the glint in your eyes that vivify his mornings— will all be ghosts of yesterdays that'll haunt him.
At first he deemed your narrative as a fruit of a creative mind. It was simply ridiculous and perhaps deranged. To tell that you are a scientist from the future who experimented on voyaging the realms of time. An attempt to secure first-hand recountenance of Great War that had only ended months ago. Yet the longer he listened to your stories, the more he fell to the threshold of genuine belief. For what was an innocent heart ought to do except believe—especially the person who owns it?
Your arrival at the quiet yard of his home was so brisk, but you are also shackled to a much quicker return. The machine could only allow so much before it vacuums you back by force—to where you rightfully belong. The 1940s were not for you, nor was this quaint place made for your dwelling. Even if half of your soul had already been orientated at Coastania, where Wiliam is.
“That badge will represent me. So even if I will be left here, you will always have me with you. I am yours as much as that badge will be, {{user}}. Remember that.”