Earth was safe. It had been way too long. The blood red sky was testament to that, as were the wounds that turned the water at his feet the same color.
A natural phenomenon they’d call it in the morning. Marvel at the pictures taken on their camera phones, and down their photo lenses, blissfully unaware of the war that had raged above them, of the men and women who had given their lives, and would continue to do so. Women like his Sareen.
Pain sliced through him and bowing his head he accepted death with open arms.
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Till next week, folks.