[Gallagher]

"There's so many here."

Her voice, little more than a breath of air, was utterly impossible to discern from clangs of metal against metal, bursts of fire and shrapnel. She had no eyes for the dirtied, scampering men around her, and they none for her. They would fight their fight, wage their war, waste their lives... It was of no importance to her.

She stepped delicately over scraps of wire, the spilt blood painting the ground earning not so much as a second glance, her feet never quite touching the ruin of it all.

The only ones that could see her were those without the power to scream.

They knew who, and what, she was. Hidden beneath the immaculate white she wore, behind those warm eyes, under untarnished skin, she was what they all had feared from the start. Her gentle smiles told them how happy that she was to sever them from their corpral forms. Death would not bring them to Heaven or spare them from their suffering, but that, too, was beyond her sympathy. And besides, she was dreadfully hungry today.