Why'd he think this'd make me happy?
What was happy about him going off to war?
He kept saying he wanted to be a hero.
He already was a hero to me... I feared telling him about his unborn child.
It had been a fling.
He was my best friend, I never told him.
When he left, I prayed for his return.
...a dead hero.
The baby kicked inside me.
I gave up...
Was I heroic?
Every hero I knew died.
I felt empty inside.
I gave her up.
If it'd bring him back... I'd give up everything.