You said it would end badly, and you were right. Turning Their gifts into weapons offended Them.
Now the house we lived in before is ruined, like millions of others. It’s going back to nature, holes in the walls colonised by plants and small bushes, some familiar, some in alien colours and shapes. We should have known that They hadn’t shared everything with us.
I feel your hand on my shoulder, comforting me. I don’t look back, because then I’d have to admit that They took you from me, leaving me as ravaged as our home.