We were supposed to win...
How did this happen? We were the heroes! We were the good guys. We sacrificed our lives every day for the good of the universe!
So why did the universe do this to us?
I don't understand. Did we do something wrong? Or was it just him? I thought that good was always supposed to and going to win. I would never have thought of this. I never saw it coming. None of us did. Because we thought everything would always be good and fine.
We were dead wrong.
Sure, we got hurt and/or injured. Sure, we thought we've lost some of us. But we never actually did. Not for real. Not for life.
Until this...
You were just hurt—the usual, nothing very big. You would get up and go back to your sweet, yet strong, ways. You were okay. Everyone always ended up being okay.
But you weren't.
I hate you for leaving us. What about the team? What about the battle? What about me? I never said it for real, but you knew...I loved you...But why'd you have to just give up like that? You were always strong. And we thought you would be okay. Like you always were. You would get up, I'd see your smile again, and all would be fine—like it always was and always supposed to be.
But you didn't get up, I didn't see your smile again, all was, is, not fine—nothing will be the same ever.
I still don't get it though! Why—how—did this happen? Nothing bad was supposed to happen to the good guys! Everything bad was supposed to happen to the bad guys. We weren't supposed to suffer, they were.
But they didn't and we did.
The bad stuff happened to the good guys. The bad guys had a lucky break. That wasn't supposed to happen—I know it wasn't. It wasn't right and something was terribly wrong. The universe had a glitch, and you paid for it, with your life and you weren't supposed to.
The good guys suffered, while the bad guys won.