I walk through the smoldering battleground. Yesterday, it was a beautiful field, filled with life, but now, it is a rancid stench of death runs through the air. I can see the charred, yet deathly pale faces of my friends, my enemies, and unknown faces that I have never seen before. Mercenaries. Men who had become pulled into this fate by a greedy leader. They had no place here.
As I pass through this graveyard, looking for survivors, I can feel white-hot tears forming in my eyes. The familiar feeling of emotional pain runs through me as I once again relive last night, once again realize that this is my fault.
I was the tactition of Eliwood's Elite. But I failed. I failed everyone. And as the sun rises up, forming a new day, I know that they will not.