War is Peace

It fell, it fell. From the sky came the great scream. Rage. It brought it in spades.
Voludro saw the clouds split asunder by the hand of uncaring gods. The atom splitter would soon kill them all.
“This is the way we die, neh?” Sharalla wasn’t bitter, for once. Her eyes were pools of melancholia. Voludro could see the parting skies reflected in them.
“No.” Only seconds before the end. “This is the way peace is made.”
He smiled, a final gift to her.

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