How do you tell a child that it's over? How do you explain in short, fleeting moments that they have reached the end?

I was always so proud of this child. I hadn't known her for long, but when we found her, she was like a celestial reminder that good remained in the world and that we always have something to fight for. She brought us a reminder of innocence in our darkest and most twisted days, and for that I will forever be thankful.

I had loved watching her grow up. She would tell me tales of imaginary people living in majestic lands and I would explain to her what was happening in this damned world around us, and how we can always strive to separate the good from the evil. We had all seen so many people fall and be swallowed by death, and I made it my purpose to guide her through such darkness and prove that we still have something to fight for.

We had all seen so many people fall, but I never imagined that it would be her someday. In all those previous days, I had always found words to say to her, yet in these last moments, I could not. It's funny how even after so much practice, saying a final goodbye is complicated and impossible.

I remember her old bunny. She carried that thing everywhere. It was a reminder of her past life and of love and happiness. She spent some of her last breaths reaching for it as a last source of comfort as she left the world that we had all come to know. As she closed her eyes, I tucked that stuffed animal in her arms, comforted by the fact that it would take her to a better place.