Salvianus

It's hopeless. He told me. He's right, you know.

Their fires lit up the night. All across Lake Rumare, like stars come to earth. It was beautiful, really.

They were golden, even when they were dead. But their blood was red. I knew it would be.

You don't think there's any hope, do you? I don't. He's right.

He explained it all to me. Before, when I still understood. I don't remember, but I still know.

He'll tell you. Just ask. You don't even need to ask. He'll tell you anyway.

I finally understand what it all means. What it was all for. The killing. And the dying.

I had a medal. It had someone's face on it. I threw it away, after. It didn't help.