How ironic it was, for one whose main element was fire to fear it in its nightmares, to revive scenes he had not seen.

He did hear the screams, he saw the corpses... and it would forever haunt him.
Honoring their memory? "That's what I'm trying to do!" his voice was scratchy, higher-pitched than usual. The bundle of cloth shook lightly. Still, he knew. The nightmares would always be there.