It is said that right before you die, everything looks so beautiful. I supposed it might have been beautiful, in a haunting way. But who can think about beauty when nothing stands in between you and death? (One Shot of the final battle)

I can only imagine what will happen after the war. After everything has died down. If I make it through, what will life be like? How many of my friends will be there to laugh with? Will I be able to walk through a room without eyes on my forehead? Will I