“Don’t pity me…”

“I don’t.”

…………….

Sands is cold.

Inside and out.

Growing and writhing from his chest.

And despite El’s attempts, he’s only getting colder.

Irony has crippled him left him lonely.

Karma has given him up for lost.

-And his power is gone.

-And his control has vanished

-And the balance never existed.

And bitterly, Sands smiles at this.

And for once, after so very long, Sands feels nothing at all.

Well that's it. The end. All done. -Will I make a companion fic to this? Most likely. Will it be angsty and short lived? Probably.

Thanks again for everything!