Whitewater Gorge he told me to sing

for @Virion or @Ryzhov!

Aulus had grown accustomed to a constant stream of noise. Whether that be the rhythmic marching of soldiers paws or their boisterous off-duty chatter. A general’s commands rising above the shrill chaos of battle. Blood pounding at your ears and rushing through your skull. Now the only thing that could be heard was his heart’s drum, the only thing left of his past. Everything else was silent, and he sat within it, still but alert.