A night of dreams which stayed with me far too long. Sometimes, when I have dreams like that, I almost think I'm seeing into another world, watching someone else's life. Last night... I dreamed of a girl set appart from her peers by her talents, a young man robbed of his humanity and scorned by all but a girl who should by all rights have hated him, a war without an enemy, and death as real as life. She never knew why she fell in love with him, but she did. He never undersood what she was thinking when she would lay next to him on the bunk of the squad transport, arms wrapped around his knees, head resting on them. He would give her rations he could not eat, and she would tend the brutal scars inflicted on him by a nameless foe. When contact skin to skin was forbiden, she would sneak to touch his arm with her fingers, the thrill of the touch more than any pleasure they had in their lives.
When she left, he never saw her leave. When she didnt come back from the mission, part of him died inside - the last human part. With a necklace of hers, a jeweled butterfly set in gold, in the front vest of his uniform, he set out to join her in death.