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Seeing him after all that's happened felt weird, he looked so different. They looked so different. I guess that's just what war does to people. I almost felt bad for him, but he got what he was askin’ for I suppose. I sat next to him on the makeshift cot they had him on while he was meant to be recovering. He didn't truly seem to be recovering; he looked frail and sickly. I heard he hadn't been eating but I didn't think it was true. There were bandages obscuring half his face, and all over his body. Finally, I decided on what I should say, “ So… how is recovery going?” It was awkward speaking to him after our only conversations became arguments these past 4… 5 years. He didn't respond for a good while, but when he did it didn't seem like this was gonna be any different. “How do you think it's going” He responded clearly, injuries didn't make him any more docile. “Well, this is what happens when you go off and do something stupid”. I don't know why I said that. I shouldn't have said that. “Oh sorry North didn't know doing something for your people was stupid” After that he said something else. “If you think standing up for what my people want is stupid then I don't wanna know what you think is smart”. He said he was angry which used to be something I would've considered rare, but by now he seemed to always be angry even if he was smiling at ya. “ You don't always have to do what they want ya to… it ain't why we exist”. I just wanted him to understand he doesn't have to keep doing this shit it's stupid. “Well if we don't exist to do things the people we represent want us to do then why do we exist? Huh North Carolina?”. He had a point we were meant to represent the people. “Well ya aren't representing all your people just the ones in power, the ones with money” I did the same thing greed was intertwined in all of our hearts it seemed to be what made a government. He always valued money, and I don't think he'll ever stop. “That just ain't true the poor didn’t care what we did, wouldn't change their way of life”. “Well how bout the people whose lives would've been completely changed do ya think about them ever?” He said back I hated the way he acted like he was some beacon of justice. We were on the same side of that war. “ Ya act like you're so much better than me but we were on the same side in that war North, worry bout yourself”. This argument was pointless anyway even if I wanted to there's no way one person could've changed hundreds of people's minds. “You are just so ignorant I don't know why I even tried talkin to ya, ya only care bout yourself anyway". After saying that he left; good cause I didn't need him here anyway. I don't need anyone. My nails were digging into my skin causing it to bleed, and as the blood sat in my hand. I thought what useless blood it truly was. Fitting for blood belonging to a useless… person? Was I really a person?