Dr. Light held his lifeless son in his arms. Tears were lost in a sea of dirt and debris. The silhouette of a crowd watched on in silence. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed, blocking out the truth.
He held onto his son with a hopeless faith.
Silent sobs racked his slender body; pains of the horrors he witnessed surged through his stomach.
He held onto his son with hands of regret.
Visions of that final blow blasted his mind's eye.
He held onto his son with unanswered apologies.
He held onto his son with a familiarity that made him sick.
He held onto his son with memories of fire and glass.
He held onto his son with memories of-
"Joe..." His words were heavy.
Wily had now taken two of his sons.
Dr. Light buried his face into the dead body he held and wept.
ACT I