You Always Build It Better the Second Time Around

Chapter 11 - Undeserving (Of You)

A/N: Am I supposed to ask for thanks, or apologize for a longer chapter? Anyway, I'll apologize anyway because that's just what I do. Let's try that again...

Hey! By the way, this is a longer chapter. I do hope you can forgive me for my terrible sin! Just kidding. Enjoy!

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The ground was bloodied around you, and I didn't know if it was your blood, too, or just the corpse of the child in your arms with a nasty gash through her body. She didn't look a day over seven at the time. I knew right away that you had a part in this massacre and the flames licking anything that would burn. 

However, I didn't blame you back then. 

I still don't today.

I didn't blame you because you were crying for the life in your arms that was taken unjustly. I stood there before you, and when you looked up to me with those pleading eyes...

Death took them away.

I wanted to take you home with me, and whisper everything was going to be alright. You looked to be in great pain, and not just physically due to your possible wounds, but emotionally.

Destruction discouraged you.

You were covered in blood. I was worried you were seriously wounded, but I could tell soon after that you weren't. In fact, I knew this was to be your fault, if even just barely, so I knew soon after that it was indeed the blood of the children of this village.

Disaster destroyed him.

You were pained by this painting of death I could tell you never wished for it to happen. I remember your words, as if it were only yesterday I had met you...

Chaos tainted you.

You had said, in the most relieved tone as you could manage, though not replacing the pain you felt for what had happened, "Are you... here to finally relieve me of this awful life...?"

Life forsook them.

I continued to stare at you like art in a museum. You were asking for death so easily that I knew your conscience was full of the paintings of death like this one here ten times- twenty times over. It must've been playing in your mind over and over like a never-ending movie. Whatever brought you here- no. Whoever brought you here to this place must surely have a death wish. "Not for you," I had replied.

He avenged them.

For my response, you looked quite upset. Your tears, sparkling from the light of the flames all around us, fell upon the cold face of the corpse in your arms. "I tried to save them..."

You stood by him,

I looked around at the mess that was once a home for many innocent humans. "You did well," I calmly replied.

How alone you are.

"I did not!"

Life forsook them.

I could tell you were angry at everything- at yourself. I tried to explain why I said those words, but you wouldn't let me. "I deserve to die! I wish not to continue living like this! All this senseless killing... all this death to those who don't deserve it...