I want to scream, scream louder than I ever have before. I want to kill them for this.

I want to kill the blind one, for sacrificing herself.

I want to choke the bald one, for dying in the name of the entire world.

I want to stab to dark skinned boy, for insisting on leading the front lines.

I want to maim the scarred one, for being so persistent in his goals.

I cannot.

The blind one is dead. She is a hero in the name of Earth Kingdom.

The bald one is dead. The war has ended.

The dark one is dead. He was the first to die for what is brave.

The scarred one is dead. He has regained his honor ten-fold.

So I kill myself instead.