Dagbert was running through the dark ruin, with Asa close behind. Normally Dagbert wouldn't have been afraid, but no he was. He didn't know why, but maybe he knew that it was time. Time to pay for all that he had done. Time to get a taste of his own medecine. Time to die. Asa Pike had never spent much time in Dagbert's mind because he had never met hime before tonight/ He had heard of him, but never met.
Dagbert knew Manfred wouldn't save him,- he wasn't that kind of person- Dagbert knew it was the end.
Worst of all, he knew it was his own fault. His fault for buying in, his fault for allowing Manfred to controll him, to own him.
Dagbert topped running and tirned around to face Asa; he coud never make up for al that he had done, he know that, but now at least he could pay. He wasn't entirely illing to do what he was about to do, either, he was afraid but what was the point of life if you had nothing to be proud of, nothing to show for, no one to love; no friends, no laughs, and complete shame. Shame that could never be worked away, shame that ate at his heart and knawed at his mind. He couldn't bear the pain, the guilt, the shame. Couldn't live without being told what to do, where to go, and couldn't bear to live that way.
Asa leaped and began to kill. Dagbert fet nothing but the blood dripping freely down his face and the sense of peace that surrounded him. He knew what was right, he had hit a higher conciousness.
With that in mind Dagbert smiled; as he smiled he died. His dead bosy ley there bloody, tortured, happy as his sou slipped on to the next life.