All Juno could hear was screaming ringing in her ears. She couldn’t focus on what Aistis was saying beside her. The screaming filled her mind, her ears.

Snap out of it. It’s gone, it’s done. The battle is won.

“Hm?” Juno asked, looking up at Aistis. She hadn’t heard him at all. Her gaze fell on his bandages that were showing signs of his wounds still bleeding. Concern flashed through her for a moment.

“June…are you going to be okay?” He asked gently, reaching to touch her. His hand brushed her arm and she reflexively jerked away.

“Sorry” she said softly.

“It’s okay.”

Blood. All she could see was blood on her hands, seeping into her eyes, obscuring her vision.

No. Stop. It’s over. It’s done.

The blood won’t go away. The screaming won’t stop. Juno rested her head in her hand as she sat by the fire, trying to breath, to ground herself. That only made it worse, let her thoughts run free.

Blood, screaming, death. It was like a cycle never ending in her mind, a replay of the devastating consequences of war.