EDIT June 10, 2010: Fixed and edited stuff. Because FF's edit system and I seriously have a lot of mutual hate for each other.
Shiroyasha.
That is the past.
He sometimes wishes that the past could be different. But they all wish that at one time or another.
They were outnumbered. But that is the past.
He wishes to bury the past, but it resurfaces, an old stain that can never be washed out.
They were slaughtered. He couldn't save them. Regret. That is the past.
He looks toward the horizon now. It is his life to live. It's different now.
He has new companions to protect.
Resistance.
He tries to right the wrongs of the past. It seems to be in vain.
Sometimes he ponders the sanity of his actions. He wonders if it is pointless.
He wears a mask of constant confidence for them. Without him, they will crumble. They follow him without question. They will probably follow him to realize the dream, or to death trying.
Sometimes he tires of it. Sometimes he thinks of a normal life. One where he does not need to visit the graves of comrades.
He wishes to die a beautiful death.
He will see the sunrise.
Catching the stars.
He abandoned them, but he knows it's for the best. He believed it will be better if he left. He still believes it.
To live out one's life among the stars. He's living that dream. He visits, of course, when he passes by. That's what friends do.
He is optimistic, that's the way he's always been. There are some things that can't be chased away by optimism. But he tries.
It growls.
He can hear it. Every day. It doesn't rest. It is always hungry. It wants. It needs.
His world is drenched in blood. He is drenched in blood. He will avenge in blood. Everything is tainted.
He thinks he is insane. He probably is.
There is no one to protect. He doesn't want to protect. All he wants is vengeance.
The sky shall bleed.