He felt the tome float into his unresisting right hand, his left hand still spasmodically clasping the Floro Sprout he had torn from his scalp.

TAKE IT IN BOTH HANDS MAN IN GREEN AND ALL THAT IS SHOWN SHALL BE YOURS.

Luigi felt elation and nausea battle for control as his hand closed around the edges of the tome. This was matched by the screaming in his head. All the promises. All the lies - how many had died for this. Not him - he had never wanted this. But now it was clear.

Time seemed to dilate - he could almost see the streamers of light move from the Dark Prognosticus and the Chaos Heart. He could see the flames in his left peripheral vision dance in slow motion - might be an idea to move around so as not to feed them-

THUD "Mine! GIVE IT ME BACK!"

Time sped up to normal as Luigi felt Dimentio leap onto his back and wrap his arms around his neck. He could no more than gasp at the sudden impact. He spun round, Dimentio hanging around his neck like a garish jester shaped stole.

Decision made. Luigi thrust his right hand and the Dark Prognosticus into the fire. The agony in his hand was surpassed by the screaming in his head as the fire teased at the pages. He felt his hand shake with the effort, as the burning agony was matched by the screaming in his head.

NoooooOOOOO! STOP IT BURNS IT BURNS IT WILL BE THE END STOP! YOU FOOL

ohhhh you have listened let it burn and take us/we with it back to where we must go but not over yet

"What ARE YOU DOING! YOU'LL KILL US BOTH!"

Dimentio screamed, but Luigi just wore him like a collar. He grasped at his right arm, clawing at his sleeve, but was rewarded with a couple of flailing but effective backhands to the face.
Can't take much more of this. His hand was agony - everything in his head and body screaming at him to pull it out - as if you'd willing grasp red-hot metal? Now the screams of the Prognosticus were underpinned by a disturbing and chaotic collage of images - some his own but others seeming coming from the tome itself. Behind, the Chaos Hart flared with a garish magenta light.

During the struggle to keep his hand in the fire he felt gloved hands around his neck.

"You are no use to me now, so I'll end your game RIGHT NOW!" he hissed into Luigi's ears.

He dropped the book as he felt compression build. His hands flew to Dimentio's hands but his injured right hand was no use to anyone. Only now could he finally let loose what had been trapped inside him.

"HELP ME!" He screamed. He was in agony as purple spots starting flashing across his vision, blurring out the flames. Was the Dark Prognosticus in there? He saw the flames dim as he attempted to shake Dimentio off but his struggles were feeble as oxygen starvation took hold.

Why do I have to die alone? Not even big bro -

Luigi felt his knees buckle as consciousness fled. But then everything brightened. He felt a surge of warmth, of love like the time when the 7th Pure Heart recognised him as the Man in Green - the fourth Hero. Or when his brother embraced him in the land of ended games, the UnderWhere, where both had wondered if each other was dead.

we/I/us will go whence we came but the one that started must finish thanks man in green -

Big Bro! You did come back!

He saw the flames extinguish, Dimentio fall back as the cockpit of Super Dimentio fell hard, throwing them both upward. Super Dimentio's jaw section yawned like a snake, showing faint streamers of rainbow light silhouetting his comrades as they ran towards it.

Si Bella, Bella, Ti amo, mi fratteli. Luigi smiled as the last of his consciousness left him and his left hand unclenched at last.