Only an insane man can bear the burden of sanity.
The bomb was both cheap and compact, while also proving surprisingly lethal. With the right technology, it was possible to mass-produce these bombs in a short period of time. Due to the shape of the smoke cloud, it was called the Miniature Rose, or the poor man's rose, and was popular with small dictatorships.
Dear oh dear, what was it? The Hunt? The Blood? Or the horrible Dream? Oh, it doesn't matter... It always comes down to the hunters' helper to clean up after these sorts of messes.
The flowers bloom, then wither... The stars shine and one day become extinct. This earth, the sun, the galaxies, and even the big universe, someday will be destroyed. Compared with that, human life is only a blink, just a little time. In that short time - people are born, laugh, cry, fight, are injured, feel joy, sadness, hate someone, love someone. All in just a moment. And then, are embraced by the eternal sleep called death.
Fate Route Shirou's UBW:
I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
One forever waiting,
Another eternally pursuing.
Withstood pain to create many weapons, seeking a miracle.
This is what gives my life meaning.
My whole self was still Unlimited Blade Works.
I hate how in EVERY FUCKING JoJo crossover non-Stand users become able to see Stands.
I swear if I read "Precious people" outside of a Naruto fic one more time I'll lose my mind.