"They are leaving, Hera."
"Hmn. Yes, they are."
Riley and Hera were now sitting on top of the monument, watching as the crowd of people left one by one. The lights they planted, however, were still dancing lively around the monument and would probably last long before they were gone from the flat horizon of the lands of Ohio.
Right after they had finished their lullaby, everyone turned to the person beside them and started hugging them—it was clear that most of them didn't know each other, but their shared tragedy was enough to get them together.
Tragedy, perhaps one of the only things where men come together. Funerals are a reunion. Perhaps I am actually doing a good thing by killing those people? No, of course not.
"What are you thinking about in that white head of yours?"
"Hmm?" Riley glanced at Hera, only for her to press her finger on his forehead.
