Warning: This one deals with September 11th. It may be triggering to some people.

It was a day like no other, with events that tore our very souls apart. Now, five years later, can Chiro stand seeing through our eyes?

911

The pain.

Their pain, and mine.

How could this have happened to them? How could this have happened to anyone?

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Where were we? We should have been there. But we weren't, and because of that a pain surges through me. It's like a part of me has been ripped out, never to return. My heart has been left with a big hole in the middle.

I should have listened to him. Antauri told me not to use the memory machine, but I couldn't help it. Who wouldn't want to enter other's memories? I just wanted to see what the people of the worlds we have saved live like, starting with them.

I don't know why they were first on my list. Was it because they are the same race as me? Maybe it was because our fight with the worm ended there? It could have been for no reason more than how beautiful the swirling clouds and deep oceans looked from the robot's window. I may never know why I chose to visit their memories. But I do know that I haven't regretted doing anything so much in my entire life.

It still hurts as much as it did when I used the machine yesterday. I was expecting to watch the memories like a recording, but instead, I was thrown into their world. I was so different than mine, yet I felt right at home. The buildings towered over me from every direction, as if they could bend down and swallow me. Only they seemed to notice my presence. The thousands of people around me scurried about, all with somewhere important to be.

But all that became pointless as the city stopped, pointing to the sky. I heard an explosion, and screams immediately broke out. Above me, one of two almost identical skyscrapers was on fire. The world seemed to go into the slow motion, then into darkness.

I woke up what seemed like moments later, glowing green. Looking around I noticed a large piece of glass next to me and how close I had come to being sliced in half. I wish everybody in the city had the Power Primate to create a shield for them.

I looked up, only to find the other building sharing the flames with its brother. The screaming had become louder. I closed my eyes and listened.

"We've been attacked!"

"It's a terrorist attack!"

"My husband was working in there!"

"The Pentagon has been hit!"

That was only a few voices. Many others cried and people were praying in many languages and many religions had never heard of before.

Another thing I noticed is all the voices came from much farther away from the buildings than I was. Before I could get wise and fallow them, the ground began to shake violently. A building was coming down right above me.

I ran for my life from the wave of smoke and debris. It was all too much. I wanted to go home, and that is exactly what happened next.

Antauri skipped the lecture about fallowing directions when he saw tears flowing down my face, but soon he'll come out and make me tell him what the tears were for. I'll try to explain, but it won't be easy. After all, this isn't a story of humanity versus pure evil.

This is a story of humanity versus itself.

September 11, 2001