Why did he die? He was not meant to go. He should have lived on. The feeling of his life fading from his broken body. Watching his eyes glaze and grow dull. I will never forget. Never...

Standing at the ceremony, held to commemorate him. Staring into the flames. Watching his body diminish as his life force had done. The wave of grief. The rage that nearly overcame me. Too close. Far too close to complete control...

But watching his calm face. So serene, so calm, as the flames engulfed. Why did he not rise, and beat the flames till they were out? Never will I forget the emotion I felt. Never...