"I have done…unbelievable things…in the name of a faith that was never my own."
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Converted… for so long. Never to feel pain again. A blessing? But… Something was missing, something had been lost.
Looking for a way out, a way to regain some of who he had been.
"Kill The Riddick!" Looking up, feeling …hope? Just… feeling. He pulled the lever, and spun to watch. Riddick could move. He fought, fought, fought. He was Furian; he could do no different or else lose a part of himself. Lose himself.
Riddick was gone. Relief.
*
No! The ship had left a trail. Now he was sent to capture, sent to kill.
Can't. Do. It.
Must do it.
*
Doubts. Confessions. Vaako is suspicious… he has no idea. His changed self trying to take him back to his chosen path of condemnation.
His Furian side fighting just as strong.
Save Riddick. Don't. Let. Him. Fall.
Cant let him fall. Must slow the spread of the Necromongers.
He left Vaako standing there, suspicious, not knowing his true intentions.
*
Stay behind. Save Riddick. Save Riddick so that he might triumph over the Holy Half Dead. Save Riddick to stem the flow. Save Riddick to save something of himself. To show himself that he was still Furian.
Riddick must succeed.
He was walking, walking into heat, towards death… and freedom. His choice, the only choice open if he hoped to regain what he had lost, what he had been missing.
Choice taken. Happiness? No pain, never any pain. Then, peace…