Goodbye to a world - Porter Robinson
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Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon
Though it's the end of the world, don't blame yourself, now
And if it's true, I will surround you, and give life to a world
That's our own
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As the mage drew his final breaths, he smiled.
With the very last of his strength, he gathered Fenris' cold body in his arms. It would not be cold for much more, since the fire he'd managed to lit with the remnants of his magic brought heat and color to the elf's skin.
It'd be fine. It'd all be fine.
Anders destroyed the red lyrium clinging to, growing from, and screaming at them both. All he could do now was wait for death's embrace. He hoped Justice could deal living in another corpse, though he had made sure the spirit, spirit, understood the basis of regeneration magic to allow him the opportunity of being able to sustain his bodily needs from then on. It would be Justice's body then, with no host tagging along unwillingly, with no fear nor battles for control.
He also hoped that Fenris understood.
They would need each other to survive.
The elf breathed, the elf moved.
Anders almost missed it, the infernal noise that came from outside the cave where they hid too loud in his ears. Louder than the Archdemon's words in his sleep, louder than drakestone and sela petrae together. Louder than the red song that doomed Bartrand, Meredith and, apparently, himself.
As loud as the end of times should be, he guessed.
Anders pressed his smile against Fenris' shoulder and let his mind drift.
Just before his world disappeared, two voices called for him. Begging him to come back, hating and loving him and crying for him. But no matter how hard Justice tried to reach him, Anders was gone.
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