I picked a cloud. It was very soft. Like a little kitten. Its white face trembled when I exerted a little force.
" They are called Marshmallows."
The lady told me.
I slowly put it in my mouth. It was bliss.
That's when I realised that I had broken down like a bawling child. Me, a warrior of Blood and Terror.
My comrades grieved me. I smiled then. "It was nice fighting by your sides. I hope you live well in peace."
My soul left me as the Executioner fulfilled his role.
"I wish I could eat those little clouds again."