Two long-haired twins sat back-to-back on the Zenith of a rubble heap after the demolition of their civilization on the planet Mercury, listening to one another’s thoughts.  One twin, a girl, looked North and knew it had to be done.  The other, a boy, looked South and didn’t know.

As the wind blew from behind him, South thought, "There’s nothing left, it’s all gone.  They’re all gone."  South sobbed, hoping the hair in his face muffled the sound."

"I know, but we’re still here.  We’ll start again," thought North.

"With what."  He thought.

"We’ll take what’s left and build anew."

The ambivalent wind switched directions.

"I supposed," he thought.

"It won’t be the same as before though', she thought, her hair now blown into her face.

"I know," thought South, "It’ll be better."

North nodded and threw and threw the detonator into the wind.