Aftermath II

Here lies Thusre.
He stood in front of the grave marker, head bowed, fists clenched. There was silence. The birds that once sang here had gone.
"... I shouldn't have sent you away. I'm sorry, Thu." He put a hand on top of the marker. "I hope you put up a good fight. I'll do the same. I'll win. Sorry, but I don't intend to be seeing you again for a long time."
He smiled faintly before it fell away, first to a distant sorrow, then hardening into anger.
"I'll find them, Thu. I promise."