A/N: This is the last chapter. I've been pretty proud of this story. Anyway, you don't care… Just read!

Until Death Do Us Part

Delusive Longan

I regret to say that we did not walk through the main streets of Prox and visit our old friends. Our old friends probably wanted to poke stakes through our heads. Instead we took a roundabout way to get to Karst's grave.

I had forgotten how much fun it was to tread through 8-inch piles of snow with one thin layer of clothing on your back.

Agatio, with his impeccable taste (*cough*), picked a lovely spot, a small grove at on the northwestern side of town. I saw a quickly nailed together cross in the ground, at the head of a mound.

I cleared away some snow and kneeled in front of the grave.

"I miss you," I start, "I miss being picked on by you. At least you'll be with your sister…"

//Nah. Not yet. Call me one of those affixed spirits.//

I looked up. Standing on the grave marker is none other than a see-through Karst. Still adorable as ever.

"Oh my god…"

"What?" asked Agatio.

"Eh… nothing!"

She stared at me and sent a telepathic message. //Actually, I'll give you some credit, moron, since you showed up. Anyway…// She pauses.

//I heard about Alex.//

I nod slightly. //I still can't believe Agatio would—"//

//I can. He's in love with you.//

I shrug.

//Plus, he hated Alex. Look, Saturos, you have to forgive the big lummox. You know as well as I do that he can't express his feelings. At least not sensitive ones.//

//Yeah, well, maybe I can't do that!// I grit my teeth. //It's never going to be the same. He took my chance at love away…//

//You can't seriously think that. Alex would have ended up betraying you or cheating on you just like he did with everyone else. I still think anyone who likes you is out of their mind, but hey, it's something personal…//

I ignore practically all of that.

//Don't ignore me! Alex never learned the meaning of the word loyalty. Look, I have a theory about Agatio's logic. He may have thought something similar to what you did, that you and Alex would be together forever, or crap like that. Maybe he wanted to be with you so much that he couldn't bear the pain of seeing you two together.//

I raised my eyebrow.

//Yeah, gag me. Still, it's likely that he used the excuse of Alex's backstabbing and all that. Please give him a chance. After all, you can't lead a life with a dead guy by your side.// She stared at me until I averted my eyes.

I had nearly forgotten how intense Karst's eyes could be. Just like Menardi's.

I turned to Agatio. "We need a stake or a cross… for Menardi." He nodded, pulling out an already made cross and handing it to me.

"We could make another one for Karst, to match Menardi's." I nodded and we walked back to the ship. We returned with two appropriately sized boards and I nailed them together.

Karst grinned. //Thank you. The markers look really nice.// She jumped off of hers so I could replace it. Agatio threw me a shovel and we dug a reasonably sized pit for Menardi, though we had nothing to place in it. We filled it back up and Agatio placed the cross at the head of her grave.

I waved goodbye to Karst, not caring whether Agatio thought I was crazy or not.

In fact, I probably am crazy. Seeing ghosts, communicating with one mentally, and not being able to get her voice out of my head. Although those were all fairly good reasons to be considered delusive, I am truly insane because I'm actually considering forgiving Agatio.

//Remember, Saturos, you can't hate him forever.// said Karst telepathically.

//You hated Isaac nearly all your life.// I pointed out.

//I thought I'd have a lot longer to go. Don't regret missing out on another chance at life, ok?//

I turned my back and Agatio led the way.

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As we walk back to the ship, my illogical mind produces a solution to my problem of what to do with the rest of my life. Hey, at least it'll buy me a day or two, and I'll tackle it again later.

I lie and tell Agatio that I'd like to go back to Garoh and retrieve an item. He doesn't bother asking what, because he's humoring me. I know he wants an excuse to hang around me, and I just gave him a good one.

We board the ship. I'm not sure whether to consider it mine, his, or ours. We set sail and I stand on deck, leaning against a railing, simply watching the waves roll around. Agatio avoids looking out, but accompanies me on the deck.

I'm about to ask him about the lighthouses, but he interrupts by saying that we're encountering fog and to top it that off, a storm may be in the make. Great. We prep the boat and take down the mail sail, just in case, and go below deck. Soon the skies turn grey and it starts pouring rain. We can hear the rain pounding on the deck above us.

"What happened with the lighthouses?" I ask Agatio, not quite out of the blue.

I wait for a response. "Oh, sorry. I was sort of preoccupied. I think we need to check on the boat."

We get on to the deck and find that the rainfall has become much lighter. We attend to the ship then I ask him again. "Do you care about Prox anymore?"

"Well, sure," Agatio speaks as he ties a secure knot, "We both have family there, so you should know how I feel."

"Are you still going to try to light the lighthouses?"

"They're already lit. Think about it Saturos. It wouldn't have taken much time after they defeated us to get to the top and light it. Prox is still standing."

"So… there's no more danger? Or does this mean the world is to be destroyed?"

"I believe since we're still in existence, the Golden Age has arrived."

"Aw, you jest."

"No, Saturos, I'm serious." My jaw drops at his words. For added effect, the skies decide to make the rain pick up its pace, and we are drenched before we can get down the stairs again. We find blankets and try to wipe ourselves dry. I take off my wet clothes and Agatio does the same. Neither of us are bashful.

I wonder if he's checking me out?

I turn away so he doesn't see the blush that has crossed my face. We find dry clothes, but I still feel cold with the wind chills. Agatio wraps his arms around me, and while he is as cold as I am, there is something about being in a person's embrace that always warms you.

It's close to perfect.

I smile. "So this is the Golden Age, eh?"

A/N: What did you think of the ending? I dunno, it hit me somewhere in the heart. Or the gut? Hehe. Leave me a review, something sweet. I like whipped cream. (Any suitors, keep that in mind. *laughs deliriously*)