Blood, all I can see on this screen is blood. Blood, broken promises, and sacrifice fill the screen through video, picture, and words. Loss, death, friendship, and loyalty mix together. I cry at the stupid pokemon-ish graphics that sacrifice their life to save each other, and then do it all over again to save everyone. I try to tell myself it’s all fake, just images on a screen, but the loss feels so real, like I’m in the mansion with them. Italy, poor Italy, he never deserved any of this loss or pain. I’ve never cared more for an animated character, and I’ve never hated my screen so much. If only I was there, to help and comfort the characters. But it would just hurt them more, another friend to watch die, someone else to worry about. I can’t save them, or help them, but I will do all I can on this side of the screen. I will support them and cheer for them with all my heart. And I will pray that someday, they’re all going to make it out alive.