The wind blew bitterly against them as they walked, a pervasive chill that sought to remind them of what had been and what had been lost.
Another figure appeared, clad in strange garments and bearing odd tools from a foreign land. He took over the narration, although Robert would never quite be able to recall the exact point when he started and the other stopped.
“We are the ones who stand. Not against men, or for flags and nations, but against the indefatigable and ceaseless destruction that time wreaks.
“Tarry not in times that are past, sir, for greater things may yet come to pass – and if they do not, remembrance will not improve the outlook.
“It is the legacy that we carry that is of the greatest importance, and though many bore the mantle before us it is now our turn. Surely those who did, and left us what we have, would wish that we would pass the torch to those who would bear it also.”