Tears of blood and pain,
of anguish and hurt?
My dear sweet friend,
cry not for the damned,
as that is what we are,
this is our choice,
this chosen path,
for our God made us strong,
our faith,
our love.
'Let me talk to her'
No.
'Let me speak to her'
No, I'll not let you.
'She's my frind as much as yours'
NO!
Silence.
'Please Yumiko.'
'Dear sweet Heinkel,
my Heinkel,
when you sing me a Hallejuah,
and when the bodies have been laid to rest,
if the time comes,
if the war returns and the heathens and undead rise,
resurrect my spirit.
Don't tell Yumiko,
leave her with her brothers and father,
our beloved father,
dear sweet father.
He's so proud of you,
of you who survived to continue and live.
I feel tired now.
Remember your prayers before bed,
but not for us,
we're fine here.'
Heinkel,
Yumie's asleep now,
I have to leave soon also.
No tears my priest,
don't cry virgin blood into your battered wings,
my angel,
I won't listen to Maxwell,
Always you,
It's always been you.
Until the next time,
Amen.
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