The only thing different form the old days is the area. There's danger: I can smell it. The birds are singing a song of death, and I mourn with them. Maeve tells me to keep going when I stop to watch the leaves dance in the winds that bring life. I wonder if she can see the light in the breeze. I don't think she can.
Aaron tells me about his sister and he says she died in the same massacre that Maeve's brother died in, though she wasn't in a squad. I don't know what to do but I know the horror of death and so I say I'm sorry. That's all I can do. It's all I can do because I've seen and felt death, but I've never felt the emotion. Maeve and Aaron lost people close to them. And I...
He says not to apologize and gives me a sad smile, ducking under the next branch. I tell him that I don't know what else to do. I tell him that I think I lost someone once, but I can't tell for certain. He tilts his head, his eyes glittering with curiosity. I shrug and say I don't remember. He says it's ok and asks how my legs are holding up from walking so much. I laugh and recall how much me and Jason used to walk and tell him I'll be ok. He smiles.
Maeve won't let us stop until we get out of the trees. I don't think that'll ever happen, honestly. We've been walking too long and my feet are starting to hurt.
