"I think I'm invincible." He whispered, perched on the brink of the forest. His blood-red shirt front seemed to glisten in the moonlight, taunting.
"Invincible, Hawk?" Came the only reply.
"I must be -- we all must be. Otherwise we would have died lifetimes ago"
BJ paused, watching the blood of innocents engulf their hands and hearts, blood the refused to be scrubbed clean.
"Sometime, Hawk, I think we have."
"I don't think I can care much longer."
"For them?"
"For me.
BJ lightly touched his shoulder. "I care."
"I know." And he stepped down from the brink. "Thank you."