Beams of darkness streak across the sky, signals from the ancient satellite.
Madness string 122643
Your child is passed. Making the survivors suffer and forcing them to include the dead isn't healing. You're guilting them for living.
You know it's the same, or you wouldn't be bickering with me while the flames lick at your feet. You're afraid of this decision, and you are trying to argue until fate takes it out of your hands.