Death Whispers

by Naruke

Death was bliss, but Master Knives would not indulge him. The bumbling imbecile in red would have to suffice. [oneshot]

Disclaimer: Is Wolfwood alive? No. Guess I don't own Trigun, then, huh?

-Death Whispers-

All he wanted, all he craved, was to die.

He had no emotional ties to the people in his life, nor did he really have a material purpose in this world.

The thing with Master Knives? Whatever. It was just a delay of the inevitable.

A delay of death.

He smirked at the thought of death. Death was bliss. Death was silence. Death was a very welcome retreat from everything.

And the best thing about death? It was final. No one ever comes back from the abyss. The there would be no path to redemption for him.

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Legato's eyes narrowed in a calculating glare.

The bumbling fool in red would do.