War

"But what's it for?"

"I suppose I don't want to be forgotten. Whoever reads this, I want them to know I was happy -"

"You were?"

"Not as happy as I could have been. Just like... as happy as I'll ever be again. You know, a house, a family."

"It was all that you wanted?"

"All that I miss now"

"But everybody wants more"

"Yes, everybody wants more and more, and they got it now, I suppose. I really hope they got it now, since we all lost. Do you really think it was supposed to be this way?"

"Fighting for things we couldn't get?"

"And their bombs and their guns and their people ready to kill without knowing why. I'm looking for my sister, now. She was at home. She was safe, at home. They came and now she's nowhere to be found."

"And are you writing it down just in case..."

"Just in case someone reads it. I'm sure this world was worth living. Or we were worth of it. Five centuries or five million years ago, but not now. I'd like them to know, in case someone's left to read."

"Do you really believe in what you've written?"

"Yes. 'It wasn't our fault'. Yes, I do. Because when they came with guns we went with stones and knives and every single thing we found. And the smoke, do you remember?"

"It was thick and dark. As our blood on the grass."

"Because everything's just the same. Blood made our bodies work, petrol did theirs. Black blood."

"Fight for it and name it freedom."

"I wish my sister's dead."

"Why?"

"Because they're coming back and I'm too tired to fight."