And the stars;

They seemed to paint the most elaborate scene

-‘We’re So Far Away’, by Mae

I’ve never been a poetic kinda guy. So shoot me. You want a wordy young demon, go talk with Aion, he’ll be happy to talk to ya, all prose-like. I’m not about ta go on a thousand-world spiel ‘bout my experiences, ‘m not gonna kit up my descriptions with lots’a adject-i-ma-jiggers, I’m just gonna tell it like it is.

And so, this is how it is: imagine me, yer b’loved Jenai, lyin’ in a pile of rubble, chokin’ up with tears, as I realize that I’m the only Sinner left. Yeah, all the others, they’ve hightailed it, left to do somethin’ more interestin’, or, for some of them (most of ‘em?), they’ve died. But not me. I’m just choking on my own blood here, waiting for help, wanting someone to notice me. And they’re all gone. All of ‘em. Videl, Sheda, Rizel, Chrno, Aion, and so I’m the last Sinner left in Eden.

Wonder how long it’ll be ‘til I’m kicked out too, m’self… Don’t you?

Minutes are like hours… And before even I notice, I’m sleepin’ on my bed of dust and rock, waiting for death, healing, or whatever else might come my way.

And while I lay ‘ere dyin’, I feel my energy slowly drain away… That Contractor Aion hooked me up with is a goner. And if she’s leaving, then what’s happening to me? Drowsy, so drowsy…

And for a moment before I faint, I swear I can see the stars.

Oh, Rizelle—if you could see them stars…