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Dust.
Smoke
Ash.
Everything is burning.
He looks at his hands and breathes.
The smoke doesn't bother him. But the heat is getting uncomfortable.
He knows he should go. Someone must have noticed the explosion, but he just can't stop looking.
Can't stop thinking about everything that happened and everything that he could have done different.
It's too late now.
Too late to change anything.
He hears sirens in the distance and turns his back to the smoldering fire that was once his home, his tribe, his family.
He turns and disappears into the forest.
There's still so much to do.
He and his companions have to tear down the walls of a certain prison.