She looked at him and her face showed abysmal pain as if the dagger was sticking in her chest instead of the dead corpse, lying in her arms. His eyes met hers, but it didn't take him long to avert her gaze, so he sat his eyes to the ground again. The expression her orbs gave off, was to sad to make it last any longer. When she spoke, her voice sounded crooked, seeming that she wanted to cry, but nothing came. There never where any tears which he could remember. "I just wanted to see those red hills turning green again."