Five. The start of the war at 5, sharp, not that you guys had a sense of time anymore. But as soon as you got on the battlefield, Donnie was nowhere in sight. And he was your partner, your husband, your last hope. Four. There were 4 mechs scoping the fields when you searched low for Donnie. Finding a trail of small pieces of purple tech, and his broken trademark. Three. You already found 3 different bodies of the long dead resistance members, disintegrated into the sand or beaten to a pulp. Two. It took almost less than 2 hours to search through the remnants of the battlefield when the rest of the resistance called fall back. But you still hadn't found Donnie. Donnie? Donnie, one. There was 1 bandana that swept the sky and landed into your hands. You stood at the feet of the long broken statue of Liberty, head cracked open like an eggshell, and therein it would lay Donnie. A bleeding body on the ground inside of the head. And as you walked In you could see his labored breaths, and how little he had left to go “M-my.. hon..ey p..-ot.. is that..t y-you-..?” He'd take your hand, holding it to his wounded chest. His shell was broken and heart nearly impaled. And he spoke 3 words, 3 final words of love, before he went cold. His breathing grew slow and stopped.