A/N. It's his choice . Set during season two, episode twenty-four. T i e r i a .
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, never will, just borrowing the characters.
Bye, Bye, Beautiful
The battle looked like it should have been deafening, but it wasn't. Leaving Seravee behind and covering the short distance between where he stood and the entrance to Veda where Ribbons would be waiting, surely expecting his arrival and he allowed himself a moment's thought.
In some small way he was scared, but also determined, and that overrode everything else. Yet some small part of his mind wondered if this was how Lockon, or Christina, or Lichtendahl had felt five years ago – the certainty of ones own death looming, knowing it was coming yet unwilling to do anything to change it. It was a strange feeling indeed, almost surreal, and part of him felt even guilty for it as he checked his gun and stepped forward.
He wasn't going to die. He was an Innovade and therefore not human, not really, and therefore he couldn't die, which was why he could do this. But still, at heart he felt human, and knew what it was to be alive, to love and to cry. And maybe that was why his hand was shaking just a little, staring at the entrance.
This was his choice and no one else's. He was here of his own free will, and there was no time for second thoughts.
But still…
"Thank you, everyone, and," though no one could hear him, not out here in space, it had to be said, "Goodnight."