| *The Final Warrior's thoughts turned to Vox.*
Final Warrior: I really shouldn't... What do you think, Death?
Death: And why do you care for what I think?
Final Warrior: You are my father...
Death: But what did it matter to you? You commited patricide.
Final Warrior: At least I didn't commit incest...
Death: *Sighs* Please... it was a tradition back then. And besides, you don't even have a sister. Unless you're trying to tell me something else...
Final Warrior: I was never near the closet. You know that.
Death: I believe you are developing a sense of humor. How disappointing.
Final Warrior: No, only sarcasm. And only around you.
Death: Don't you think you should go?
Final Warrior: A thousand years here is but a half-hour there... And I still must choose.
Death: Follow your instincts.
Final Warrior: I have none. Thanks to my heritage.
*Silence permeates around the Final Warrior and the spirit of his father. A few hundred years pass.*
Final Warrior: I have chosen... I will tell him. What he chooses to do... I do not know.
*The Final Warrior winks out of existence of the realm, leaving Death alone, yet again. He re-appears next to Vox.*
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |