#poor emry

Walking. She was walking and heading to get breakfast.

No, wait.

He was jogging and going to get more clips.

Maybe?

No.

She was running, holding her child.. to his chest, barking orders to the soldiers around him. Why did his gun feel so heavy?

How did her feet get so hard to pull through the mud? Was it because of the blood loss?

They dragged their friends body, crying silently to not alert the Reaper forces nearby, their pained laughs sending chills through them as..

She screamed, holding her dead partner as the creatures ran for her, little more than animals..

He screamed and sobbed, his throat raw and painful as..

They yelled and threw things, desperately trying to make sense of it all..

She stared in silent horror as the city.. the planet.. the colony.. the galaxy burned.

They watched in horror as their children were ripped apart.. as her partner was.. as his mother was..

She was so angry, why was this happening? How could the gods abandon her?

Why would his partner walk away? At a time like this? In a war?

Did their friends not understand they had to do it? The Reapers didn't give them much choice, what could they do?

She couldn't fight back, she couldn't hold her gun properly while holding in her intestines..

He couldn't stop the bleeding in his neck fast enough, as he watched the world get dark around the edges..

They wondered if the next cycle would stand a chance, as they watched the sunset for the last time.. her last sunrise.. his last goodbye.

Emry woke up gasping in a cold sweat. She felt sick, so far beyond angry, so mortified, so utterly lost.