I buried my parents at the back of the house, and it took most of the night to finish this task, since I used my hands. After I buried them, I turned around and buried everyone else that I could find.
The ground was hard, but it was nothing to the strength I had in my fingers, and it took me the entire night to bury everyone. When I was done, I returned to the graves of my parents, and I stood over the two of them with my hands filthy and my back slightly aching.
I had unconsciously stopped the flow of Anima in my body, but despite the work, the only thing I felt was a slight ache, and even this pain was going… and I made them a promise that I am not going to repeat here, because it was theirs and not yours.
But I knew that I would always remember this moment I knelt before my parents' grave. Anytime I thought the wall in front of me was too high or the enemy was too powerful, I will remember this moment and know that this was the only outcome I had left.
