Lion Head Mesa arrow

Sadness bloomed along his innards, and his heart hurt. Shards of glass it felt pushing deep inside. But outwardly he stayed calm. That was the bane of a soldier, the ability to continue in the face of death even when there was nothing left to give, or perhaps that was a boon, he wasn't sure anymore. He was just tired.

Alas no. They are gone now. Lost to me and the mortal world. But I remember them.

He looked around him. I'm the only one left from that world.