The place of their last encounter before the war looks like this:
A green hill, with grass tall enough to make the ripples the wind makes in it visible. There are flowers and the occasional firefly will fly by, for their hour draws near. The sky is a mixture of yellow, red, and pink, but mostly red. It is so intense that the setting sun appears to be bleeding. Beyond and below the hill, there is a city. It is simple, yet beautiful in its simplicity. Lights start to be seen here and there in preparation for the dark time of night.
Sitting on top of this hill is Yao Wang. He sees but doesn't really see the sunset; his gaze is empty of anything but sadness. He is avoiding a question that was asked now almost a minute ago and which he knows he is going to have to answer eventually. He looks down at his own knees, which are drawn up to his chest and hugs them a little tighter.
About four feet away stands Kiku Honda, who is and isn't his younger brother. He is the one who has asked the qu