(A/N) Sorry for the delay. I've been splitting my time as a teacher, editor/reporter/web designer/everything for a newspaper, and as a full-time student. It's been hectic and hasn't left me with as much time to write as I'd like. I'm working on the next Ch. Currently and will have it up tomorrow. Cheers!
Ch. 21.5: Nihilist Blues
What are we: wisps echoing on a bitter wind, monkeys clawing to be something greater, sentinels of all creation, or are we just… here? Everything fades on this unforgiving plane of reality, so why should we care? What purpose does caring about anything serve? Nothing is forever, so why not act like it?