"Wake up!"

Kind of funny how when a person dies their eyes can still refuse to close. It's as if the blank orbs are mocking you.

"Oh, please oh please wake up!"

Maybe the eyes, at least for a nation, symbolize that not everyone was taken. Though, still, everything else is in shambles.

"Please, please, please… I need you…"

Burnt, fallen, dying, dead.

"Please…?"

Everyone else is watching. But they can't do anything. They're just as weak.

The pleas have stopped.

In the background, another is trying to resurrect their love. They're throwing insults and harsh words… but the ears are more than deaf.

"You git… don't you die on me. Don't die! Damn it, you bloody… bloody… damn it!"

The pleas have been replaced by pure racking sobs. He's lain across the corpse. Nothing's happening.

Across the way, the one in denial is still screaming.

"You can't die… damn it… the world needs you!"

Someone has come to comfort the first mourner. It's a look alike… a brother in more ways than just blood connection.

It scares the brother… he's never seen his sibling in such torment.

The screamer is now carrying on without meaning… or much hope at all.

"I thought you were the hero!"

The brothers are mourning. The onlookers are crying. The screamer is calming…

"I thought… I thought…"

A small voice comes from the back. No one looks to see who. They're just voicing everyone's opinions.

"Damn war… damn war to the darkest pits of hell."