Chapter 17 - Put Me In, Coach
We no longer need proof, and I don’t wish to collect it any more. We know they do horrid things to us. Why must we always bring it back up. Why must we constantly work so hard to see how they are trying to do their last unspeakable act.
They send us out together so we can be trusted to stomach it. Even with that encouragement I can’t help but get nauseous each time I am introduced to a new breed of evil they they are able to conjure up.
It is one thing to look at a body lying dead, even of one close to you, but it is an entirely different thing to look upon what may have once been a body. Before the Bane got a hold of it.
The structures they set up look like they are built from the bones and blood of the ones they kill and that is bad enough. But to see a friend, half a friend really, lying on the ground, is not something normal. It doesn’t matter how many they send us out with, there is no stomaching that.
I don’t know where the rest of him was but I knew that face. I did not know the look upon it though. I have been overwhelmed before but this was more than that. It wasn’t terror, it wasn’t shock, it was some horrible amalgam of a dozen different emotions all frozen forever in that face.
I can’t unsee it. I wish I could but there is no turning back. I think in some ways I bonded with those others then. Maybe that is why we were told to go out together in the first place. That shared experience united us in a way that no other thing ever has.
I wouldn’t say it was worth it exactly, but that is entirely beside the point.
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