~Flashback~
"Flame? You alright?" Black asked. "Y-yea...just...just a scratch..." he pulled his hand from his side and saw the blood. Black's eyes widened. "Not a scratch! You must've been hit with the musket!" Flame staggered along toward the little tent thing Black worked in. Black slung Flame's arm around her shoulders as she helped him over and into a cot. "I...I told you..." Flame murmured. "I'm fine..." "You're clearly not fine not shut up and let me do my damn job!" Black hissed. Flame did as told and glanced out the tent. He saw their friends, Spider and Soot, on the front lines. "I...I should be helping..." "You should be staying alive so you can help," Black barked, cleaning the gun wound. That's when Flame blacked out...
~End of Flashback~

Flame ate faster, almost guarding his food. "Flame," Black said softly, setting her hand on his arm. "Calm down. You only just got home." "You never fought," Flame spat. "You don't understand. You haven't seen the things I've seen, men and women falling dead on the field. Men and women with children." "You don't think I know that?" Black hissed defensively. "I had to call those people's families to tell them they've died, I had to carry them back to camp, I watched people die before me...so much blood...I've had to kill people to save them. The only reason I left is for Yarrow." "Only because I made you." "I was pregnant Flame! I couldn't have stayed!" Her hand flew defensively to her stomach as another shot of pain went through it. "I-I'm sorry," Flame muttered, fingering the dog tags under his shirt, he hadn't had the heart to take them off quite yet. "Do you know how worried I've been for the past six months?" She asked sadly. "I lost my father in the Army and I didn't want the same thing to happen to Yarrow before she even met him." "I know...It's just hard...since Spider and Soot..." "I know Flame, they're my friends too." "Were. They were our friends." Black stiffened. "You've changed since before the war, you're colder. You're not the Flame I've known since high school." She stood up and staggered to her and Flame's room. Flame continued to stare at his plate. He could hear Spider's voice in his head, 'You really fucked up now man. You pissed off your pregnant wife. Nice.' A tear of pain for his best friend and wife and unborn daughter fell into his steak. He dug his fingers in his bright orange hair Black frequently called "Weasley hair." She was right though, and he knew it. Every time there was a spider in the wall or he looked at the fireplace he'd feel sick and Black cried in their room, far away form the spider due to her arachnophobia. He would be quiet and angered easily and wouldn't talk to her. He'd become a different person.