The old man us took to an abandoned house. It was dusty and there wasn't anything here that made it look livable. But I didn't complain. It was for the best that I didn't. I couldn't think and my eyes weren't moving. I couldn't move them.
"Here." The old man threw a sheet of cloth at me.
It was probably for me to sleep under. The other two were in a separate room. I was given a room of my own. It didn't have anything, not even a bed. I didn't feel like sleeping, so I didn't care.
"Sleep it off. I know she was your friend and our comrade but that doesn't mean we have to mourn forever. We have something else to accomplish; you have to accomplish it! And to accomplish that you'll have to go through that again and again. So buckle yourself up!" His words were harsh but true. And yet, I really hated the old man from the bottom of my heart for saying that.
