It's in the screaming.

[you know, you can feel them die, all around you. all their pain is yours.
feel them die?
feel you die.
you're dying, dying, dying.
again again again.]

And then, in the silence.

The emptiness.

No them, no you, nothing, nothing.

[he wonders why you're still screaming weeks later.]

A few others, reaching out helplessly, like the frayed ends of a severed rope.

[a hive without a leader! a hive without most of the hive!]

(nothing, nothing, nothing.
no touch!)

[he hands you a phone.]

Long live the fall of The Pulse.