{
  "dataList": [
    {
      "id": 0,
      "content": "The child slammed on and on."
    },
    {
      "id": 1,
      "content": "He could’ve been hacking away."
    },
    {
      "id": 2,
      "content": "Or perhaps he was stabbing."
    },
    {
      "id": 3,
      "content": "A medal emblematizing his rank rested at a corner of his chest, as if to acknowledge the troubles he went through."
    },
    {
      "id": 4,
      "content": "The child’s eyes, ones which once shone with a vigorous gleam, have now been drained of any color."
    },
    {
      "id": 5,
      "content": "Was there any meaning to that war?"
    },
    {
      "id": 6,
      "content": "The conflict of interests between multiple Wings? Perhaps, but were the interests of the many children who fought the war part of them?"
    },
    {
      "id": 7,
      "content": "It certainly would be nice if they were…"
    },
    {
      "id": 8,
      "content": "Because, for this child, there’s no desire or wish of any kind on his face as he skewers the hearts of one enemy after another."
    },
    {
      "id": 9,
      "content": "The child used to salute with pure passion in his eyes only a short time ago, but that span wasn’t so short in his memory."
    },
    {
      "id": 10,
      "content": "And, his tired and battered mind…"
    },
    {
      "id": 11,
      "content": "Eventually settled on the conclusion that stifling his emotions amidst bloodshed was the right way to be, or so it would seem."
    },
    {
      "id": 12,
      "content": "Alright."
    },
    {
      "id": 13,
      "content": "If that is for your sake…"
    },
    {
      "id": 14,
      "content": "Then, in its own way, it’s the right thing to do."
    }
  ]
}