Laying on the field,
Blood soaking through our "uniforms",
Hands intertwined with each others,
all six of us.
So young, yet so bold,
to save the world.
One of us whispers,
"I think we're going to die."
We cannot tell who's voice is who's anymore,
but it doesn't matter,
as we huddle closer,
looking for the warmth.
"Friends 'til the end, right?"
"Always."
"Forever."
"For centuries to come."
"Until the world ends."
"I love you all."
