<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>&amp;quot;I could do no less,&amp;quot; he said back, forcing a smile that even felt genuine to him.<br/>&amp;quot;I know you can't bring the world back, and I would never blame you for it.  But you bring me to a new one, and my gratitude extends beyond what I could say or do.&amp;quot;  <br/><br/>He felt right, standing where they were, gazing back at her, the wastelands surrounding them didn't bother him so much.  They were still as bleak and desolate as they had always been, but they no longer represented his hatred, both inward and outward.  He felt ready to let it go now, ready to move on and live like a free man.<br/>He was no more a slave to the wastes as were the millions of dead that had fallen in the wake of a long overdue tragedy.  He was still alive, and so was love.  It blossomed like a rose of deepest crimson in the unruly lands of decay.<br/><br/>&amp;quot;Someday, we will bring back the world.  Us and whoever else wishes to follow.  The rest will fall, and give to the soil their blood and bones,&amp;quot; he said it with little remorse, and a lot of conviction.</div></blockquote>