How people of great power and great responsibility unclench their fists when they are forced to face the fact that they failed thereby resulting in the death and destruction of a people, a city, and the disappointment they’ll see in every person’s eyes for the rest of their lives whether in their own city or when they travel to another. Not to mention the lingering guilt plugging up their throat, tightening their chest, so that it feels like they can’t breathe and wish they would die and don’t know what to do to stop hurting, though there is no pain, the feeling useless though they remain stronger than most, having failed and knowing they have to continue.
They held hands, like regular people, and waited for the dust to settle.
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