It was hopeless, so he didn't think of it.
While at the settlement, he'd grown gloomy and despondent about his fate, even going as far as etching his desire to live into his chest, hoping it would serve as a reminder.
Hoping it would become a beacon through which his burning will could fight against fate.
The same beacon that now, ironically, had sealed his death in stone. The crucible meant to carry and let his hopes bloom had instead become the blade that descended and severed his nape.
It was laughably ironic.
But he wasn't the same anymore. It was hopeless, yes, but it also didn't matter.
'As long as I'm alive, I'm immortal. Only when I am dead will that be untrue.' The motto he uttered in his mind made him chuckle, yet it also resonated deeply within his heart.
Life, death, immortality; he didn't care anymore.
He was here, he was alive, and for now, that was enough.
"Alright, let's go."
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