Erwin Smith was a smart man.

Smart enough to know he was dead, at least.

It wouldn't exactly be hard if you saw your dead body with your own two eyes.

After spending some time amongst the dead Scouts who had sacrificed their lives on his orders, Erwin Smith went back to his home. He watched as the ones who lived struggled with the death of a great commander, knowing that he was undeserving of this mourning. Was it not his fault that they all died?

What was it that he had said? Ah, right...

"The courageous fallen, the anguished fallen, their lives have meaning because we, the living, refuse to forget them."

You heard the words coming from a dark corner in the empty room, looking quite concerned. Had the pressure finally gotten to you? But no, it was just a ghost. Wait, a ghost?