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He sat in a well-made wooden chair with a table that had several sandwiches and glasses of ice tea in-between him and another man who had long black hair and sharp angular features, that in front of him went by many names and titles over the millennia but to him he would always be Johnathan. "So, John? How does it feel to be dying?"
The man scoffed slightly "You still refuse to call me by my title old friend?"
He smiled. "I am an observer, and I have recorded your many titles and such, but I first meet you when your name was Johnathan, and Johnathan you will stay my dear Emperor of Mankind." He sighed. "It is a shame soon we will not be able to have these conversations anymore John." He stood up from the chair and around them was nothing black empty black space. "It still amazes me how you can still be so chipper on the outside."
"On the outside?" He said inquisitively.
"John, I am an Observer, it is my job to know so that I can accurately record everything I see, and I see on the inside you are in turmoil on how to save what is left of your empire."
"Yes, this is true, but you have other aspects my friend. There is the aspect of war, the is the aspect of knowledge and the aspect of peace, and your current aspect the aspect of the scribe."
"Yes of course I do my friend, but in the end, I cannot use them willy nilly, they are very powerful and very dangerous, as the scribe I am imperceptible to all except those like yourself with powerful psychic abilities. I also remember everything I see perfectly, of course I am one man so I go where there are great things about to happen, for example your fight with Horus."
"Yes, yes, I know you have told me time and time again, but why not use your power for the betterment of mankind so they can rise and become the dominate power in the galaxy mankind's version of peace is the only true peace and you know this."
"Because I am an OBSERVER, I am NOT going to put my hand upon the scales unless it is absolutely necessary!" He paused and too a moment to compose himself and calm down. "For example, I used my aspect of war to stop Khorne from indirectly damaging one of my repositories of my accumulated knowledge, but never would I tip the scales one way or the other I respect you John, far more than you know, but I cannot violate my oath of non-interference. Not to mention that world is a dead world now."
The Emperor sighed and eased even more into his chair and took a sip of the ice tea. "Then we are at an impasse, as this argument always comes to old friend." The Emperor made a casual gesture and a chessboard appeared in place of the table.
He then took his seat once again and examined the field, it had been reduced to his queen, one tower, two pawns, and of course his king. The Emperor had both of his towers a bishop, one pawn and his king as well. "How long has this game been going I can't remember." He said as he got comfortable and waved his hand a bottle of wine appeared with two glasses. He poured deep red wine into each glass and casually pushed the glass softly and it floated over the table and into The Emperors outstretched hand.
"I believe it has been going for four hundred years, and I believe you had the initiative when we last parted ways my old friend."
Several hours passed as each carefully chose their moves carefully, but finally he called out "Checkmate, John."
The Emperor then tipped his king and chuckled to himself. "You are indeed a master of the board."
"Please John, call me by my name, I am not an old friend, I am Gaius, your friend."
The Emperor nodded "You are indeed, Gaius…" He took a moment to pause and his eyes were flooded with emotion, but he didn't cry. "Gaius my friend, I do not wish to die."
"No one does, why do you think that the Eldar have soulstones, it isn't just because one of the chaos gods feasts on their souls, it's also because they fear death, for even beings with immense age all must answer to death at some point, even the chaos god's time will come when death claims them." He placed a hand on The Emperors shoulder. "To think the mighty Emperor of Mankind fears death, but maybe that's the part that makes you the most human." He released his shoulder. "Do not worry, for as much as I cannot intervene I will make sure you and your legacy are never forgotten, no matter how much time passes, you will be immortal in my memory."
"Thank you, Gaius, it does bring me some comfort, but may I ask one request of you?"
"Of course, you may ask John." Gaius was actually somewhat worried, he had never seen him this close to something resembling fear. He had always been confident, and had never shown regret for any of the decisions he made. He had met him what felt like such a short time ago, but in reality, he had meet him over 30,000 thousand years ago when technology began to skyrocket, it became more complex, more advanced, and in many cases deadlier, even now he was shocked at how little the universe knew just how powerful humanity was during those days. They didn't even need the warp to travel, they had developed a unique FTL drive that was completely separate from the webway and the warp, but those days were long past.
"Gaius my friend would you watch over humanity for me?" He looked into his eyes The Emperors eyes were a deep brown and they showed genuine care and worry.
Gaius tilted his head, "A strange request I can watch over them, but I cannot intervene on anyone's behalf, again you know this, but as a favor to you I will do this I will watch over them, and try to guide them from the shadows."
The Emperor nodded. "Thank you, my good friend."
Gaius's head suddenly snapped over to the right. "One of my repositories is threatened John, I must go and insure its safety."
"Of course, go, it was nice talking to you Gaius."
"You as well John." He stood from the chair and was gone, leaving The Emperor alone sitting on a chair in the black space that was his crumbling mind and life force.
