: Or, like me, they curse it with a strange eternal undeath
: akin to that of the Myrmidons; you all linger here
: long after the death of Myth, fighting still with as
: much skill and vigor as you did in life... sorry.
Not sure that would be so bad a fate. Better than slowly dying of radioactive waste thinking each day might bring release only to find it brings new torment until mere words can not describe the yearning for an end you feel in your bones...
There's something oddly attractive about that kind of thing, for some reason. Its not very interesting to have everything be sweetness and light...but that fighting to the bitter end and knowing that your continued life can but delay the inivitable victory of the Dark over the once fair lands you called home...now that's interesting. To read about. To experience...only those who know it can say.
Seraph
