Rath- G'day everyone! How are you all?

Set- Hm. Well, we have finally updated.

Rath- Oh, yes, I finally came up with something.

Set- Ahem.

Rath- Fine, then, we.

Set- Thankies, now, enjoi. bows

We no own Yu-gi-oh

Rath- Oh, and also, Nameless one, here is my answer to your review.

Yes, a person may have more than one light, numerous ones if you will. All an inspiration, but there will always be a brighter one, one that will outshine the others with an eternal flame. But, of course, do these lights have their own inspiration? Or do they strive with their own will? Though many people may interpret it in so many different ways, I will say what I happen to believe in. Darkness and Light are just examples that is understandable by everyone, but what is really being said is Apathy and Inspiration for Life. Everyone has an apathetic side, a dark side, but to counterpart such a personality is a content and light side. So, yes, a light can have an inspiration, for they don't really differ from that of the dark. They both need each other to experience the bliss in life that everyone deserves.

There we go, happy now? Hope so.

Pegasus J. Crawford P.O.V

"Go away!" I yelled at them.

"But, Mister Crawford, sir, we can't! You're health." Protests a damned person, stepping forwards towards me.

" Just leave me. Let me die in my own peace!" The doctors and servants leave, warily though, all giving me a concerned look before exiting. Concern born from the money that I pay them. What filthy swine. Being servants are a worthy fate for them. False concern, I hate it. Honesty is something I honor greatly, whether the truth is innocent or malevolent, honesty is one above all.

But no one has ever cared for me, but her. Cecilia. She was my only, and true love. The only one for me. And me for her, we were supposed to be inseparable. But life, life is such a wonderful thing. We ourselves were supposed to create a new life, but we couldn't. Life is so wonderful that death wants it too, and he'll try anything to get it. So he'll take it from innocent humans. He knows he can, and he will. Death's greed rivals that of humans. It's utterly disgusting. Beyond so even. I hate humans, and yet I myself am cursed with the species. Not only to be stuck with them, but also as one. My entire life I strive to be better and what happens? I end up like hell.

I will die now. There is no doubt. My Eye is gone, Cecilia is gone, my dignity is gone. I sat up slowly, and then walked to the mirror, staring at the ghost that was once myself. Blood dripped freely from a sunken eye. Sunken, like a ship, like my own will to survive. Red blood, it was like the rose I gave to my love. We were so young and simple. There was nothing to harm our love. I remember that day as I would a fresh dream. It was by a bay, and we were reading Romeo and Juliet together. We came to that of our favorite line… " A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet." And then, that's when I gave her a red rose that which was supposed to represent my ever lasting love.

That freak of a child took my Eye, my last chance to revive what is dearest to my heart. Now there is no hope for the both of us. It is pointless to hold on to more of this air-headed hope. I am now alone, and I'm sure so is she. I stop staring at myself and look at the woman painted onto the canvas.

She seems so real from afar, but when examined up close, she is nothing but paint come from reds of blood, white of salty tears, tan of flesh and skin, blues and purples of the brain. That version of her is not her true version. As of now, she is nothing but something come from my own mind and heart. We are separated from each other only by death. Only death, one stupid path marker in "life." Terribly ironic, death a part of life… A part or is it apart from life? No one has ever specified which way the saying truly goes... And perhaps it is meant to be that way.

Only to be interpreted by those who suffer it. It is said death is a freedom to those who are victims to massacre and horrors beyond imagination, but is such relief worth it? I don't quite see, one who wishes to die is seeking their own paradise, their own Eden, but do they think at all of the torture and hell that they cause those who love them when they leave?

Do they think of anyone else but themselves?! Yes, they do… What am I saying? I am such a fool, being mad her, something that she could not help. Her death was a betrayal. An interloper that slipped into a happy wedding, a happy life.

I loved her; she was the only one for me. The only one, she was my savior Angel. No, she was not an angel, but Seraphim among beguiling demon roaches. I fell in love with not only her, but also her soul. Soul… Her soul is away waiting for its next vessel and chance at life. So, does that mean, that when I die and we are both reborn, will we find each other again? And possibly, fall in love again? Are we destined to forever and for eternity?

And if, we are not reborn at the same time, will we just merely spend that single life, alone? Alone is the darkness, waiting for each other to arrive?

Or perhaps, we are not reborn? What I we were to go to either Heaven or hell as some would say… What would happen then? Would the ultimate Lord save our souls and let us rest together in Heaven, or would we both be in hell? But, would that not make hell better? So, no, that must then be an impossible idea. Hell is to be the father of all suffering and hatred. So no, two lovers would not be put in hell together.

What if perhaps, they were separated? Would that not make the one who was supposed to be in eternal happiness, now in a hell of their own? Or if each the persons had already made a pact with the Devil, and if they both went to hell…And they dare not be put together in Heaven… Perhaps they are made to watch each other suffer, but there is always the comfort of neither being able to die, as they are already dead… But which is worse? To see one dead or one suffer?

I took one last look out the beautiful window to an even more beautiful world, filled with grace and happiness, but none is a comparison to her. She will equal to far more than them, as she always shall.

She has always been the best to me and no one may change so. But, I do hope, that wherever I must go, she will be there, waiting for me. No, I know she will be there for me, as true love is to be broken by nothing… Please, my dear, wait for me, wait for an eternity if must! For you know that I will spend much more time looking and searching for you.

Rath- Okay, ta da! There we go. Hope you all had fun. Ja ne.

Set- Later.