[He bites his lip, and the noises try desperately to escape. He's hardly breathing in an unconscious attempt to try and silence himself.]
[What was happening? He knew all of his friends were dead. He even had images of some of them dying in his memories. Why was he here? Had they saved him? Did he run away? It had to be his fault. It had to be.]
Why am I here?
[The words are barely a whisper, hardly even a breath.]
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[What was happening? He knew all of his friends were dead. He even had images of some of them dying in his memories. Why was he here? Had they saved him? Did he run away? It had to be his fault. It had to be.]
Why am I here?
[The words are barely a whisper, hardly even a breath.]