the face behind the glass - pt 4 (conclusion)

There was something about the eyes of the stranger - looking at me unwavering through the red streaked dark. I could see them so clearly set into the pale face, see them clear through the soot and ash and sparks about us, clear through the thick layers coating the windows of my face plate, clear through the sweat in my own eyes that was making me blink and squint.
There was something…
( the concusion... )