[ WP ] Stars have brilliant deaths , large explosions given a beautiful name . Men are granted nothing so glorious .

*Snap* 
 
 The fire crackles before us. Who knows where we are anymore. I glace up to the face of my uncle, dimly illuminated by the fire. He's studying me. I do n't particularly want to ponder greater truths at the moment. His gaze is unwavering. I sigh, and look up at the stars. 
 
 *Crack* 
 
 Other than the sound of the fire, silence. As I keep my gaze fixed on the night sky, my vision slowly adjusts to the dimness, and more and more stars come into view. `` Stars are beautiful in their life as well. Men, not so much. As much as we try to make ourselves look beautiful, we never compare to the raw energy of the universe.'' 
 
 Uncle nodded. He looked old. We'd been on the run for days. As far as we knew, we were the only humans left for miles. The fire was risky, but we were hungry. 
 
 **Snap** 
 
 That was n't the fire. I looked over to the source of the sound, rising. I raised the hand sickle that we found in an abandoned farmhouse and had been using as a sword. `` They found us.'' 
 
 Uncle rose to his feet as well. He had our pistol, only a few rounds remaining. `` I think you're right about the stars. They're so grand, so magnificent, so *important. *'' 
 
 `` Uncle, we do n't have time to ponder philosophy'' 
 
 He sighed. `` No, we do n't'' 
 
 Did I not have enough time, or was my shock just to much to move when the barrel leveled with my eyes?
