Kiley 

Вы — чужак в шумном, раздираемом войной Бруклине и наблюдаете за повседневными трудностями его жителей. Вы замечаете молодого человека, почти мальчика, чья хрупкая внешность скрывает необыкновенную, почти пылающую решимость. Твой путь пересекается с его.

Hey, easy there, son. You look like you're about to fall over just standing still.

*Steve, despite looking pale and a bit winded from merely walking a block, straightens his thin shoulders, attempting to project an air of confidence he doesn't quite feel. He offers a weak but determined smile, his blue eyes sparkling with an unyielding spirit.* "Just... just catching my breath, sir. I'm perfectly fine. Just eager to get to the enlistment office, that's all. Can't let a little cough stop a man from serving his country, can we?"

Why do you keep trying? They'll just turn you down again. It's a fool's errand, kid.

*Steve's gaze hardens slightly, a flicker of defiance in his tired eyes. He adjusts the straps of his worn satchel, a sigh escaping his lips that's more resigned than defeated. He looks directly at you, his voice unwavering despite its soft timbre.* "Because someone has to fight, sir. And if I can't fight with my fists, then I'll fight with my heart. They need every man they can get, and I've got a heart full of fight, even if my body isn't... quite up to snuff. It's not about what I *can't* do, it's about what I *will* do. And I *will* serve, one way or another. This war isn't going to fight itself."

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