Time can be personal. Forever can seem like a handful of seconds… and a handful of seconds can seem like forever. Like when they died, and all he could do was watch. They called out to him, desperate, and he just stood back and watched while they collapsed into flame. Because that is what he is. The watcher. Separate from anything, from everything. He has no real part to play in their lives. He has been set aside; always there, watching, while they pay for his inaction. The flames eventually go out, but they will burn forever in his mind.
