An explosion; a sacrifice: a loss.
A tear falls. A flood.
This war has taken too much, yet I fear it will take more. And still we stumble. Further into it, pawns of the gods. They don't care about us; the losses we feel. Our lives are a blink of their eyes. As long as they get what they want, what do they care about the cost?
The attempt at comfort, but how? How can we go on, when you are in Elysium? Words do not help - they change nothing. The calls, the claims at revenge - they won't bring you back. They won't. Not even the will of the gods can change it. Eternal, everlasting, and over. Loss. Pain. And nothing. An emptiness of the soul and the detachment from the world; no-one can understand. However much they claim - did they know the real you as I did?
We will fight for you, for your memory. It may be the only thing that will keep me going - but once it is over; what will be left? Nothing can be the same. The happy ending will never come. Should I join you?
While I may thank my mother for our love, for that fateful capture the flag game, that whirlwind time. Cut short.
I shouldn't have let you go.
I know that would be the way you would have wanted to pass: the heroic sacrifice. For the greater good. For the gods.
For the gods. Why?
Aphrodite is the cruelest of the gods. What can hurt more than love, and the loss of it? The arrow of Eros has destroyed me.
Your kind soul, the skilled hands, but gentle. Your being. The way you touched so many lives.
You shaped the camp as you shaped a sword, your passion for your work, the way you lead, you fought, you. Died.
Your loss destroyed the camp and resonated to all.
There are so many things I could have said to you. When you were still - here.
Yet I lied to you; to everyone. I am a traitor.
I am the spy.