When he awoke again, he realized that, in his drunken state, he had slept atop the graves—the most peaceful sleep he'd had since the war began.
"I swear, one day, on some forgotten battlefield, I will write my repentance in blood," Balistan said, as he told Lance of his resolve to spend the rest of his life seeking redemption on the world's bloodiest, most brutal battlefields.
For him, the battlefield meant constantly facing the terror of war, until he was silently killed. He felt this was what he deserved, the only way to be like those soldiers.
Only, his luck was never very good. Even though he had been severely wounded many times, he still hadn't died. However, in those cruel battles, he had finally learned how to command.
His character, once given to seeking clever shortcuts, had become steady. His sole peculiarity was his fondness for drink, as it brought him fleeting moments of peace when he was drunk.
