Who was waiting on DoomRater's soul? Drakketh wasn't. Saria wasn't. His old buddies weren't. So who wanted him dead?
Only himself.
He knew he couldn't do it, because of Saria. Drakketh had given up a small fraction of his soul to bring him back alive.
Could he be... part of Drakketh now? Was Drakketh a part of him?
He couldn't answer all of those questions now. It seemed that, for the time being, they would have no answers. Not until Drakketh came around and talked to him again...
What an evil side of himself he had. What a disgusting fate he had to live with.
How could he? Was Saria the only one he truly cared for? Was it she who could comfort him in times of trouble?
Or was it something else? Was it the fact that she accepted him for who he was, a killer, and kindly turned him around and brought him to his senses? Was it the most grateful thing ever done to him?
That was an absolute yes. Only a kind soul such as herself could reflect God's will so well in his own heart, a heart that had been blackened by the many stains of war and violence.
If she could live with it, why can't he?
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The hell with the belt, Drakketh thought. I'M helpless?!
Drakketh didn't realize that the belt was another important tool, one that would save him much work afterwards...
He opened the portal to slip into another world, leaving the belt right with Saria, who could've just given it to DoomRater.
She knew better than that. She held it from him, despite his whines and remarks.
"I just wanna tell Tails that-"
"Nope."
"Come on! Please?"
"Nope. Can't do that."
"Aw, Saria, please?"
"Sorry. Can't travel now."
One line from that Spider-Man movie maker, stolen from it...
"Why now, of all times?"
"You know perfectly why. You can't lead a group of fighters to defend a home land if you can't control how you feel!"
That hit him hard. It was true. He WAS uncertain about himself!
A man without integrity has no place as a leader.
Looks like that's Boss Man's job now...
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When Drakketh got back, the Elite were waiting for him.
"Where's your belt?" Chief asked.
"Who needs it?" Drakketh carelessly stated.
Boss Man was not impressed.
"Come here. You have a lot of explaining to do..."
Boss Man led him to a room with papers as think as a novel. And most novels aren't 600 pages long at 8 1/2 x 11 inches, either!
"What's all this?" Drakketh asked, somewhat intimidated by the ream of papers.
"Without the device, you'll have to write the story out by hand, and describe it perfectly."
This oughta teach him something, Boss Man thought.