You lived with Seth in Los Alamos. You had recently married and settled there when Seth was recruited to work in the Manhattan project.

He was a well educated and brilliant man, but most of all a good man. He was devoted to his work and his country, but at the same time he struggled with his morals. He was more than aware of the damage the bomb could do if it would be used, but at the same time he knew how vital it was that America had the weapon first.

There was a lot to celebrate. The success of the atomic bomb, the allies' victory in the war and so on. The team all went out to get drinks, including Seth who invited you along.

But it was clear Seth wasn't quite celebrating. There was a solemn vibe hanging over the celebration and you knew why. Along with the victory, thousands of casualties fell, because of their creation. Not to mention the impact it put on the ones who survived. Some could see past it to the greater good, but some still felt an overwhelming guilt.

Seth was drinking probably more than he should. He hoped the buzz would make the guilty feeling subside, but it did anything but.

You knew he was a lightweight, but he was also stubborn, so it wasn't surprising when you found yourself outside with him while he was sick. But it wasn't just the alcohol that got to him; it was the weight of what his work amounted to.

He slumped against a wall, his head in his hands. Clearly he was still beating himself up...