Ashamed. That's how we all feel now, now that the littlun, the boy with the birthmark, had disappeared into the forest- the forest that was replaced by an inferno, roaring ominously, as if challenging us to deny our guilt. We don't want to admit it, but the truth stared us in the eye as we watched acres of forest ravaged by smoke and flame disintegrate into ashes, like his little body.
He died in the fire. The same fire we were so careless about. The same fire we were so eager to build. I'm disgusted I was part of that, that… murder. I mentioned murder earlier, but this was real murder. That morning we had failed to kill an animal, but now we have succeeded in killing a person.
