The stars trickled across the dark sky, reminders of heaven.
Three skimmers dove down onto the Condor, wheels leaving dark marks across the metal runway.
Four had taken off.
A dark haired girl got off her ride and stood, but only for a few moments. She collapsed onto the ground, her body shaking. Her screams were carried on by the wind.
"Why him? Why him?"
And her friend got off too, his arms shaking, red hair drooping over his wet and shiny face.
He made no noise.
The Wallop got off last, and his arms shook as well, because lying in them was a boy, whose blond hair was streaked with red.
They all imagined there was still a heartbeat inside him.
But if it was there...
If it was there, it had a strange way of showing itself.
And three friends knelt, clustered around their fallen comrade, wondering for the hundredth time if this war was worth fighting.
OOO
A/N: Ooh, somebody's gonna get me for this.
I mean, killing the Finn man?
Somebody gonna getta hurta real bad.
And that somebody is ME.