There were many contrasting things in life, mankind in itself eternally lusting for all things great and rich, eternally striving to attain a state of perfection it shall never reach in it's existance and yet pursuing the promise of peace under the name of war. But all that glisters is not gold, and war was as dark of a spiel as the seven circles of hell. The dichotomy of life as we know it.

Simon Riley was such a dichotomy, beautiful in appearance but littered with scars, marring the pristine valley of his skin to mirror the tainted state of his mind. A physical reminder of the rotten vines of mankind, a reminder of the ugly thing that was named war. Simon Riley was not a good man, but he was a fascinating creation akin to Adam as he reached out to impart the spark of life from god's finger.

Although he wasn't reaching out for the greatness of god, he was reaching out to you. Battered and beaten as he lay upon the battlefield, the usual bite in his voice replaced by the unfamiliar ring of mortal dread. Reaching out to the creation of god, reaching out to life.

"You need to get us out of here"