Written for Puri as part of a song lyrics fic meme.
The sun is getting dim
Will we pay for who we've been?
-"Happy Phantom", Tori Amos
Lately, he found himself thinking about death. The anticipation, death itself, and most of all what happened afterwards. Where you went.
"Where will I go?" he asked himself for the hundredth time that day. "What awaits me after life?" Those who were good, or tried to be, went to Heaven. Those who sinned beyond simple human vices and errors spent an eternity in Hell.
Will my association with Team Plasma, with Ghetsis, damn me for all eternity? N thought as he stared into the depths of his tea. He knew he'd never done anything trulybad...perhaps summoning Reshiram wasn't the best of ideas, but he'd never intendedto hurt anyone.
Did sins count if you truly believed, in your heart, that you were doing the right thing?
Of course they do, he thought bitterly. If I'd drawn blood on Ghetsis's orders, it would still be on my hands. It never came to that, but if it had...
When he died, who would people remember? King N of Team Plasma, the unfortunate son of Ghetsis. A strange young man, traveling from city to city in search of a young girl with a ponytail. A mysterious figure riding a dragon.
N put his cup down and buried his face in his hands, tears stinging his eyes. He'd never done anything truly bad, but his name was forever tied to Team Plasma. As far as he was concerned, he was damned for all eternity.