Defeat. I could only remember defeat. I was the second strongest telepath in the world. My IQ could not be measured. Yet all I could remember was defeat. I sit there in this post-apocolyptic world with the only two people who could ever completely relate to me. One looks back at me practically dead. His big, brown eyes have nothing left but tears. The other? The one who's supposed to lead us? I'm guessing she's too deranged for feelings. She claims that all we've lost are still somewhere out there. Oh, my bad. All we've lost are in the sky. I am empty. All I want is something to do. Something to take my mind off of this awful feeling. But the people who look at me--with their faces covered in soot and debris, and with one who has attempted to drive herself insane and the other looking like he's on the verge of doing the same--they give me nothing. Our leader, who has been trying to get us this whole time to budge while we were lying on the broken street, finally has had enough. "Get up. Stop sulking. We're gonna find that damn tower if its the end of me," she says. And with our situation, the other and I decide that we have nothing else to lose, so we pick ourselves up and follow after her as she grumbles something like, "There's no time for pity-parties", and, " They're not even dead." My gut feeling tells me to believe her. It's never wrong.
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