The voice returned, low and mocking, carried on the smoke of the battlefield.
"This is your first trial. Save him, or join the others in eternal suffering."
I looked down at the soldier's scarred hands—my hands now. The despair clawing at his soul was the same that had dragged me off the rooftop. His war was mine, his pain my own.
And the truth struck me cold:
If I couldn't save him from suicide…
I would never save myself.