AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a small vignette I wrote during a dull patch of one of my many lectures, in the form of a character's inner monologue. Whomever can guess which character it is will get a cookie and a free invite to the dark side. Enjoy.
- FI -
Nobody ever said that war was easy. I guess I'm learning that the hard way.
I'm the only one left. My friends are dead; the base is in ruins.
They just keep coming...
I don't remember what happened when I tried to go back and change things. Looks like I did a hell of a job. Nothing's different. Nothing has changed.
I was a fool.
There's just too many of them. I can't do it alone.
He's too strong.
Every day brings more scars. Every night brings more pain.
I haven't been able to sleep in three days. It's getting harder to stay focused. If this keeps up, I won't have to worry about running out of power. They'll be able to get to me without lifting a finger.
If I had the means, would it do any good to go back and try again?
Should I bother?
There's no guarantee that it would even work. It's a shot in the dark.
…but I have to try. For their sakes, if not for my own.
I'll fight for them with every breath left in my body.
Even if it kills me.