There is no line to be drawn, no lines that can be crossed. As they trudge through the mud, wearing their hearts, all that they are and all that they will ever be on their sleeves, they are blindly handed their fate. There is no saving them now whether the bullets penetrate or not. Their souls are lost, along with their minds. No change will come from them after they have gone. They will never come back to you, it is no matter if their bodies are here or not. They are stuck on that field and in those places. Their minds are stuck on the destruction and horror that this world truly has to offer, the kind of destruction and slaughter that we believe could only happen in movies. Some call them crazy, some say they are lost. Most of all, what they really are, is all-knowing and accepting. They have accepted this world for what it is and in their failed attempts to conserve it, their vague attempts to turn it back in to what it was, it has driven them mad.