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6 sees things sometimes. Things that aren’t really there. Things he thought he riddled with bullets back in Vietnam, when the sky was set alight by the napalm and the plants cried, for the world had fallen apart. He sees the child in the trench that his platoon had to execute under the malevolent and unforgiving shaded canopy of the jungle. Sometimes Six wakes up in a cold sweat, while the jungle and rotting planks of the house they burned down disintegrate as he snaps back into reality. He sees the village his platoon overwhelmed and when they entered they did- he prefers not to think of those things anymore. His horrific war crimes damnable even by his standards. That’s what his therapist tells him. But when Six sees his fellow soldier Seven he is sent into a panic of blood and pain and senses he will be punished for his sins.