Never Getting Used To

[Didos]

Among an entire generation, of those closest, only one now remained.

One which.. For years worked, for years focused on progress. Who now resembled more the machines he built, rather than those around him, rather.. Than what he once was. However, even while this being true, behind a stern facade and this new self, there resided someone who felt and someone, who was affected at times..

By what happened. Just as always.

For.. How could he not feel? As much as he said he was used to it.. The loss of so many would always be difficult to endure. The loss, of friends, family, his wife and childs. He would never get used to seeing them leave, after spending so much time together, after everything they had to put up with..

There is not a single way to get used to this terrible feeling.

But he continues regardless of it, as he has gained more time for it. For.. He must continue now, to complete what he always sought to do, that he said he would do.. At least, one last work by a pair of old hands.. In the name of those who were part of this journey. Yes. Work must be done, he gained the time for it and, it shall be done, for those already departed.

Yet, one can only hope no one more will be lost, before it is done.