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They were all tasked to end humanity 鈥 but they were also given the tools to save it.
鈥淚 have lived along the Somme, rested Normandy, and scattered myself on the ancient shores of Troy; I have tasted most parts of this earth, and my dead have sowed countless fields with their bodies. Even now I can feel those bodies deep beneath me in the soil.鈥 Goosebumps break out along my skin. Half of what he鈥檚 saying doesn鈥檛 make sense, but I can feel the truth of it. Every last word. 鈥淚鈥檓 old and new and it is a terrible, burdensome experience.鈥
This is the first time I鈥檝e ever truly seen War in a rage. Even when he kills, he isn鈥檛 like this.
am鈥攁 lonely girl carrying around the ghosts of her family.
Loss is a wound that never heals. Never never never. It scabs over, and for a time you can almost forget it鈥檚 there, but then something鈥攁 smell, a sound, a memory鈥攚ill split that wound right open, and you鈥檒l be reminded again that you鈥檙e not whole. That you鈥檒l never fully be whole again.
鈥淚鈥檝e forgotten his voice,鈥 I admit. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 the most terrifying part of it all. I can鈥檛 remember the way he sounded. I can remember things he鈥檚 said, but not that.鈥
鈥淗usband and wife pitted against one another鈥攏ow that鈥檚 the true war.鈥
