Thought of the general drew his fragmented thoughts together, a magnet in a scatter of loose iron filings. Someone to depend on…a man to share the burden…he wanted that, above all things. "Oh, God," he whispered, and moths touched his face, gentle in the dark.
The general's mind, full of disarray, finds clarity in the thought of someone to rely on, a companion to help carry the weight of his responsibilities. He yearns for a dependable ally to share the hardships of leadership, reflecting a deep-seated desire for connection and support amidst turmoil.