Duty, to those that looked to you as a leader, to those that believed in your strength. A voice in the back of your head that told you to go, to help those that believed in the goodness of your heart. I could feel them in the back of my head.
Their pleas for safety and structure, their want to go back to their houses and sleep in beds that were not hastily constructed, to hear the sound of the kettle rather than the explosion of ordinance upon their only safety
It possessed me of duty, to go and rescue some of them, to fight where I could. But what could I do on my own, in the dead of night when I had already exhausted myself in research.
But either way, whether I was tired or as well rested as a fox could be, there was no difference. This duty was one that had slithered into my heart, like a snake burrowing into a mouse's hole. There was nothing I could do but wait to be devoured with duty.
