Blood. Blood. Blood. So much blood around me. Shaking, crying, screaming. More crying. Blood. Hot, delicious, blood. It's calling me. It wants me. It needs to be taken. Blood. Blood. I need it, the pain is everywhere now. Am I burning alive now? Am I ashes? Have I already been shattered apart, burned, and dusted into the wind? Nothing more than a memory now? Is this how I ended....The blood calls...but so does something else. Terror....There's terror near me.

I can't move, but I hear it, I feel it, and I know.

Failure.

I've failed again, the ultimate way this time.

Deep breaths. I know Rachel is here, but the room is full of the scent of her tears as well as her blood.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

She's not the only one here...not the only one crying...

Rachel, blood, Octavia, Cromley, Patrick, Logan, blood, and Pedro....

Pedro and Major Renard.

Why are they here? And together? It doesn't make sense.

Blood. Blood. Failure. Blood.

Blood. Why isn't there more blood here? Rachel's and Logan's I smell. I feel their heat in the room. Pedro's here, but no other blood....no extra blood...

"No!" My voice howls from my chest. "No!" I feel hotness on my cheeks, my own tears when I was so sure mere seconds ago that my body was dried and gone.

"Calvin, I'm so sorry." Pedro cries, his voice splitting with pain and sorrow.

"Rachel!" I shout, forcing open my heavy eyes.

She's on the floor, crying with Octavia.

I failed her. I failed Rose.

"What...Happened...?" I tried to demand, but my voice...it wouldn't come.

"Calvin, the rebels, they found us while we were moving." He wallowed. "I don't know how they found us...but they took her...The rebels have Rose."

More screams, more crying, my own mixed in.

Failure. Failure. Failure.

My flesh and blood...My little girl...Rachel's little girl...In the hands of the rebels....

Failure. Failure. Failure.

"No!" I shook and cried, too weak to move, to go to Rachel and hold her. "Rose, No!"