it’s over, your nation is done. the sky is red, the ground is cracked, there are 6 people there, you, yourself, you, Ill Dottore ( your “father” ) and Ill Capitano. there standing over you while you’re staring at your hands with your own eyeballs in them, you have blood running out of your eyes as a substitute for tears. the ground crumbles beneath you. 12 year old you ( Zandeila ) and 15 year old you ( also zandeila ) where behind you.