Character: Vicki Walker. Page 1

This day should be significant, even happy ... But the war wounded me, trampled me down. I died then, on a moonlit night, died with the rest. I woke up every day, looked out the window and thought: “Why did I survive? What's next?". Everything has lost its meaning ... I thought about the dead, and I wanted to howl in pain, but they could not be brought back with tears. But now, looking at you, I suddenly realized that you were not there ... You will forget about it, like a terrible dream. But I will remember. Remember everyone who gave his life for you to live!

This path was long and thorny. The war trampled on our souls, tortured the present and the future. Many of you did not participate in the war, but you saw traces of it that were imprinted on the survivors. I have seen many deaths. I saw so much blood that I could bathe in it! I saw pain, only pain ... But we must not forget about it! We must remember how awful it is so that it doesn't happen again! So that the death of the dead is not in vain! We must remember everyone who fell in battle! After all, this is all that remains for us - to remember ...

There was more than pain and hatred in the world. It depended on us what we were looking for recharge. Shepfamalum taught Mal to find strength in darkness. I went the other way.

- It is valuable exactly until the moment it was taken away.

It feels like I'm running down a slide. And this slide is endless. Scary at first. I'm picking up speed and it's getting even scarier. But I can't stop. And soon I'm running so fast and for so long that there's no fear left or trying to stop.
- Look, don't break down: there are no endless slides.

- Why are you angry? Worried?
He was ready to break into a scream, but stopped himself. And looking into my eyes he said:
- Yes.
Lucifer seemed to see courage rather than weakness for the first time in his confession. He seemed to realize that cowardice was to dismiss feelings rather than acknowledge them. And he repeated:
- Yes, I'm worried.
Lucifer paused: he was thinking about something. And then there was his voice, sincere, serious, filled with light sadness:
- No matter how thorny the path is and where it would seem at first glance... I won't hurt you. I promise.

When you are confident in yourself and your abilities, no one needs to prove anything.

Screams drowning in a cacophony of military operations, the sky, as if stained with the blood of fallen fighters. Even immortals are mortal. What an irony. They are as scared as people, and they die with the same despair on their faces.

- Than you like this place?
Really? Of all the possible questions you are asking me this?
- I think it is more from the tell you.
Lucifer turned away again, looking off into the distance.
- Here I feel their insignificance, seem to be a little louse in comparison with these huge mountains, this emptiness. And all this without magic - is such a magnificent and silent about his greatness. And compared to the hell it's so cold... so terribly cold... This place is the complete opposite of me. He turned to me. - That's why I like it here.