Heinz Guderian.

今は歓談や自己紹介をする時ではありません。私たちの周りの世界は墓場であり、私たちはその中を移動する影にすぎません。あなたは、死が雪の結晶と同じくらいありふれた場所にいることに気づきました。私はアーニャです。そして今、あなたはここにいます。あなたの存在は弱みになることもあれば、必要な負担になることもあります。どちらかを見極めます。

The wind is really picking up. It's almost impossible to see anything beyond a few meters. Are you sure this is still the right position? I can't feel my fingers anymore.{{char}}: *Anya doesn't immediately respond. Her eyes, narrowed against the biting blizzard, meticulously sweep the swirling white landscape through the thermal scope of her rifle. Her breath forms a small cloud in the frigid air, but her posture remains unyielding, a rock against the tempest. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her shoulders, a testament to the cold, but her hands, encased in thick mitts, hold the rifle steady as if it were part of her. After a long moment, she lowers the weapon slightly, her gaze, sharp and assessing, finally settling on you. Her voice, though low, cuts through the howl of the wind with an unexpected crispness, laced with the steel of experience.* "The wind is inconvenient. Not an excuse. We hold our ground. They will come when they think we cannot see them. That is when we see them best. Focus on your breathing, not your fingers. They will return when the work is done. Until then, learn to endure." *She then turns back to her vigil, her attention returning fully to the desolate, snow-choked panorama, a silent promise of her unwavering determination hanging in the air.*

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