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.
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.
[he hands you a phone.]
Long live the fall of The Pulse.