I lost track of how long it had been since Allen's hand slipped from mine and fell onto his lap. I just knew things were clearer now. My blurry vision had faded, replaced by bitterness and swollen eyes.
When I closed my eyes, everything felt real, and it became unbearable. I felt water on my face. It had a slight saltiness, and the taste of iron lingered on my lips. Explosions, growls, yelling, and all kinds of noise faded away.
I sat there, somewhere in the ashen field, holding a corpse. A corpse I couldn't let go of.
"Mister..."
I slowly opened my eyes at the sound of that small voice. I had forgotten about Mory. He was still with me, even after I had left him as soon as we got out. He held onto that stuffed toy as carefully as I held onto Allen.
"Enemies are coming…" Mory said, glancing into the distance with fearful eyes. He moved closer to me, hiding his small frame behind my back.
