So they were dead.
They had died before and now they'd died again- good people, loyal people, his people (friends if he dared)- and he had to wonder if maybe the ones placed under his command were doomed from the start, that maybe it was a curse on him, placed on him by those abominations, that maybe it wasn't all his fault.
But they were dead; all of them killed by monsters- mindless beasts the first time and a rotten traitor the next.
They were dead, and all he could do was pledge to keep going- if they couldn't then he would- and all he could offer them was the hope that they hadn't died in vain.
