Mostly we just add to the piles of rainbow glass that's been blown off the exteriors of the cany-colored buildings.

You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.

Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

Better not to give in to it.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

But there's food if you know how to find it. My father knew and he taught me some before he was blown to bits in a mine explosion. There was nothing even to bury. I was eleven then. Five years later, I still wake up screaming for him to run.