“But how can we know it wasn’t us? What if we were the ones who caused this? What if it was our fault?” He asked, unable to mask the despair in his voice.

She gazed up at him for a moment with pain in her eyes, and continued walking. Stepping over a pile of burning rubble, she called back to him, “It does not matter anymore. We are all that is left. You and me. Us. Together.”