The Second Call to Arms

Why I remain, I can figure.
It's not as though i don't want to.

It all ended as though everything would be fine.
Will it?

But
Without them around, I worry how I would function.
I worry i wouldn't understand you.
They've been the ones understanding.
I worry if I'd be understood.
They were my pillars.
Would you be mine.
Please?
Maybe I don't even understand what's happening.

The life of one has ended.
Would one know how to be dead?
Would one know how to live again?

I need to find my gun
Before i can pick it up and charge.
Dammit, everyone's fighting already.