Stabat Frater Dolorosis
Bereft of all feeling, he slid down to the ground and dropped his gun in the dust.
It was over. Everything was over.
The tyrant thought that had spurred him on for months had finally reached conclusion, completion.
It was done.
Now, he had truly nothing left to live for. By killing this man, the last of ten, he had eradicated his last reason to live, to fight.
He was tired. Tired of the chase, the hunt, the silence. The unquiet of his soul. He was old now, ancient. Methuselah in the shape of a nineteen-year-old kid. And like all ancient men, he found himself at a moment where there was truly nothin' binding him to this sweet earth anymore.
He sighed. It was done. Now, maybe he could rest. Yeah, that would be good. Let up and rest. Maybe it would be nice to rejoin his friends. He'd missed them during this crusade. He didn't like being alone. They were close now, very close…
Hold yer horses, guys. I ain't gonna be much longer…
There was no fear in his heart as he picked up the gun and checked the chambers. There was nothing in his heart but unquiet. Honor had died with Chris, Love with Buck, Laughter with Ezra, Faith with Josiah, Compassion with Nathan and Trust with Vin. And now, all his fury and rage lay dead next to the corpse. Nothing fuelled his soul anymore, his stupefied unsettled soul. There was nothing left for him to do but join the rest of the Seven.
So very close…whispers in the dust…
Am right behind ya, fellas
It was the easiest thing in the world for JD to cock the gun, point it, pull the trigger and die. The easiest thing in the world.
