Eric was walking in the plaza. It would never be the same again, but having nothing else to do, he tasked himself with cleaning it, if not but a bit. He decided to burn or bury the dead bodies, but likely burn. Nobody was left alive to mourn them, and burying would be a waste of time. However, as he stacked the last of the bodies, at least of one section of the plaza, he noticed a familiar face. He glanced at it again, and dropped the lighter, which was lit. He dropped to the ground, tears on his face. And he sat there, tears falling from his face as he recognized the person, and he sobbed. Time seemed to cease, the only things existing were him and that body. He sat there, dignity and pride gone, and sobbed and sobbed.
He had always clung to the belief that his parents might still be alive, barely so, but alive. But this... unless he was mistaken...
He had found the body of his dead mother.
Eventually, time began to move again. Mainly because he heard hissing from behind him and saw a couple of Legions grinning at him, as if this was their work. At first he wanted to die. To be rid of it all, the pain, the suffering, the guilt. But then something in him snapped; a secret fire unleashed upon a forest. And that fire reflected in his eyes his hate, his fury, his suffering.
He moved like a whirlwind, his sword just as fast. Down the legions fell, surprised by his sudden onslaught. He stopped after they were dead, surprised at himself. His fury had taken over, and it scared him. But he did not feel bad for the dead shadows... He felt as if he avenged his mother. But he knew it would never be over, until they were all dead. But he walked back to his dead mother and sat down, tears again on his cheeks.