"I am on my own."
"I face the unknown."
"Witnessing the end of a journey I never could have dreamed of."
"Bleeding, fading, clinging to my final hour."
"The world burns up around me in the face of true darkness."
"I wish I could have asked for one more hour, one more chance to say goodbye."
"But I am not saddened by my death."
"Because I will live forever."
"For all that really matters…"
"Is the good will I spared to all the people in my life."
"So let me stand one more time."
"We will face this tribulation together."
Chapter 0 (Genesis): Sacred Worlds
Traveling further and further away from the planet they call home, the fight between the Elemental Overlord and the Dark King continued on unimpeded.
Sarajin finished wailing on Solomon upon realizing how different their surroundings were, with starry clouds arranged into abstract forms and a couple suns of different colors glowing faintly in the distance.
He backed away and his heart started to race, while Solomon's own pumped loudly with excitement.
His armor groaned with his deep breaths and he slowly drew his arm down to draw that broken sword gifted to him by that child long ago.
But there was no sentimentality to be found in that blade, simply another means to extend the grasp of his power.
Sarajin wasted little time grasping the scope of their battle and drew his sword out again to clash with Solomon.
The two's attacks made metallic clangs echo across the solar system, faintly heard on inhabited planets far off.
The holy bell choirs ringing off Sarajin's light drew the people's attention to the sky.
The bellowing sounds of chaos spooked wildlife into stampeding across the landscape, and thousands of birds flocked to the skies.
Sarajin and Solomon locked blades and the darkness' eyes widened with an intensely interested glow as he managed to push more pressure on Sarajin's efforts.
He then started charging forward with a howl bursting out of his body until Sarajin was forced into the side of a moon.
Solomon then held him down by the chest and tried to stab his head. Sarajin dodged, but the sword pierced straight through the moon and into the surface of the small planet behind them.
Sarajin then blasted him off with a cone of light and launched himself forward, repeatedly slashing him like a buzzsaw to get him as far away from these worlds as possible.
Solomon lashed his sword out and sent him flying with a wave of darkness, then raised his sword up high, creating a titanic beastly limb carrying its own sword to be brought down.
Sarajin flew after Solomon and held his blade up to block the falling sword, using all his might to throw it off and in the interim, sheathing and drawing his sword back out to fill the darkness with light cuts.
He didn't give the attack time to shatter before he bolted at Solomon like a comet streaking across the night sky.
He stabbed through him across multiple directions per second and through it all Solomon could only manage to raise one hand in defiance.
But his defiance came with a mighty roar, as he squeezed that hand shut and unleashed an explosion of darkness that briefly made the star's lights flicker off.
And in that moment all that existed in their space was the glow of his eyes and Sarajin's own aura.
His eyes weaved forward unnaturally and then vanished, causing Sarajin's skin to be rattled with goosebumps.
When the lights returned Sarajin immediately turned around and cut Solomon across the gut, only for the man to raise his darkened hand and grab hold of his face.
Inflicting the howling cold of the abyss upon his psyche, Solomon lifted him up like a trophy and leaned his other hand back.
Sarajin tightened his grip on his blade and braced for impact.
The punch that followed warped the infinite expanse of space upon their location until it was forced to crack under pressure.
Sarajin was sent hurtling and the cracks chased him, bleeding with pitch black darkness.
He recovered and slashed away at the dimensional tears to keep them from spreading, during which Solomon was free to appear before him and take a swing at his head.
Sarajin ducked under it and then unsheathed his sword vertically to launch his foe.
Then he pursued him and rapidly slashed him with waves of golden light flying out of his body on each strike.
The light would soon be darkened until Solomon showed signs of retaliating against each strike with his bare hand, upon which the waves lashed back against their master in a pitch black state.
Solomon then unleashed another, much larger explosion that sent Sarajin hurtling away so fast the faraway colors blended together into a blinding expanse.
Solomon then squeezed his hand and the darkness collapsed until a tangible form to pursue their enemy in the form of a shrieking black and violet comet.
Sarajin managed to finally stop by spreading his wings but felt a massive pain in his head from doing so.
Not enough to stifle his sense of awareness, and he drew his sword to meet the approaching darkness.
Only for a chill down his spine to alert him of Solomon behind him, who grabbed him by the skull and lifted him slowly towards the oncoming attack.
Whereupon hitting the darkness fed its wails down Sarajin's throat and eardrums and rendered his body numb by the cold of the abyss in moments.
Solomon then threw him straight into a moon below, cracking it's upper half.
He then raised his phantom sword and slashed straight through the moon like it was a leaf.
Sarajin unconsciously blocked it with his wings but that simply resulted in the moon splintering apart.
Solomon enjoyed simply lording his presence over this broken rock before then thrusting his hand out and sending the whole thing and Sarajin hurtling away.
Sarajin was awakened by a burning pale blue light coming over his shoulder.
A sun. They were flying towards a sun.
Sarajin's heart raced as he regained consciousness and then jumped across the fragments of the moon a thousand miles a second, managing to escape the pull of the sun and launching himself back at his foe.
He slammed his fist into his helmet and made it shatter, but it pulled itself back together immediately while Solomon turned slowly with bellowing, ecstatic laughter.
He was having the time of his life causing casual wanton destruction to their surroundings.
And he was only getting stronger.
His destruction would only get easier.
For every slash Sarajin could land on him, he had the infinite reaches of space to consume and recover.
Sarajin would have to keep pace ahead of him. Attack harder, faster, pushing his body's limits beyond what he was capable of the second before.
He was feeling his own mortality slipping away from him the longer this battle progressed.
The brain's ability to lock him down with fatigue was failing. The heart's ability to check him from pushing his body too far was losing out.
How much longer would it be before his morality began to slip and he was ok with the damage being done?
The desperation and fear of once more succumbing to the temptation of power drove the weight of Sarajin's swings from there on.
Solomon and him danced throughout the farthest reaches of space, swinging between entire solar systems as light and darkness flashed across the skies of far-off worlds.
Some recognized the meaning behind this power being etched into the sky.
Others were too primordial, and began to develop the first signs of religion around these visions of omen and hope.
Dormant demons rose to wreak havoc.
Crestfallen heroes rallied their spirits and charged valiantly against their enemies.
But these acts would forever remain beneath the two's notice.
Myths were being written into the subconscious mind. The privacy and safety of these smaller worlds was being perverted.
Soon many worlds would know of the names of the Elemental Overlord and the Dark King, even if they could not comprehend it.
After what seemed like an exhausting period of combat, Sarajin and Solomon stopped to catch their breaths.
Solomon relished in the trembling of his body as his very movements shook the foundation of creation, his heart in disharmony with the Dark Creator chained far around them.
Sarajin's heart beat slowly, he could still feel it, just as well as he could every single light in his sight, some from galaxies far, far away.
Solomon raised his empty hand up high and every inch of movement given made Sarajin tense up with panic.
For no longer was his aggression pointed directly at him…
A geyser of darkness screamed out of Solomon's palm miles high and split off into multiple directions, becoming distant blurs in moments.
And Sarajin grabbed hold of his sword and flew off towards the closest one he could, winding up having to land on an inhabited planet with mere milliseconds to draw his sword and slash against the darkness.
The light was sent up the arc back towards Solomon, and Sarajin grabbed hold of the Gaia Temporis to buy himself every precious moment of time to speed between each planet and keep the darkness from bringing undue calamity to the blissfully ignorant populace.
After sparing every breath he could to get to each planet in time, all his light converged upon Solomon into a massive crystallic flash that left him stunned.
And Sarajin flew back in and stabbed him through the back, condensing the light into a solidary blade that deepened the wound.
Solomon let his arms fall limp and then craned his head back in rapturous laughter to unnerve his enemy.
Sarajin ripped his sword out to bisect him, only to free the upper half to turn around and slam him with a twin-handed blast of darkness.
Sarajin braced himself against the epicenter of the energy, letting his body weather all the damage so no other world would have to suffer.
He pressed against the hurricane of screams assaulting him from all directions, the souls of the rotten slamming through his body to leave his nerves cold and shaken.
But his soul burned hotter than his blood and his light continued to shine brighter with gold.
And so he defied the gravity of this maelstrom to draw his sword and cleave through it…his sword then caught in his enemy's hand.
Solomon ripped it free and flung it far, far away, then grabbed hold of his chest and dragged him straight for the nearest world.
Slamming him against it sent earthquakes and tidal waves throughout the planet.
He then pulled him back with great force and flew straight for another planet, repeating the same calamity to the local wildlife.
Beating him around across multiple planets and moons, all Solomon desired was to push this man's patience to his limits and see him fight back with the ferocity of a true giant.
So after tenderizing his armor and wings with this measly display of brutality for a while, Solomon went straight for a more civilized world faster than he had before.
Sarajin's eyes quickly widened with ferocity and he grappled onto Solomon's body and spun him around as the madman enjoyed every second of it.
Sarajin's wings grew longer, softer and more angelic looking as he wrapped them both up in them, managing to slow themselves down enough to not completely upheave the planet when they crashed into it.
Sarajin then dragged him through the planet's core and out the other side, unfurling his wings and guiding them along towards a far emptier part of the galaxy.
Solomon glared with dissatisfaction and stabbed his claws into Sarajin's gut to make him stop, hoisting him up and then flinging him overhead into a large moon.
He then clapped his palms together and gave them a twist, spinning the darkness of space to drill into the moon like a spiral, devouring it until it was nothing but dust.
Sarajin barely scrambled his way out through the center and left feeling horrified at the devastation in his wake that continued to eat away at its surroundings.
Sarajin raised one hand to call back his sword and then bisected Solomon across the gut. His body strewn itself back together on rotting flesh and his body was riled up by a boiling hiss.
Sarajin then turned around and kept attacking, begging for some form of aid.
The heavens answered his call, the stars themselves delivering their light upon his enemy in the form of golden arrows.
Solomon remained pinned down by this relentless assault and even his efforts to call upon an explosion were shredded down by the light.
He reached out to the far off asteroid field and the darkness of space clawed around the larger rocks and rushed them to his aid.
Upon the first hit Sarajin was frozen in place and then assaulted by the rest, breaking some of the bones in his wings.
But he refused to let Solomon gain the upper hand and managed to swing his sword to meet his punch.
He then tried to regain the advantage through a series of clashes that rang throughout the galaxy, ending on them locking swords and hands and slamming their heads between them.
Upon impact wings of energy spread out to blanket miles of space for a moment.
This still wasn't enough.
Solomon's endurance was implacable.
Nothing Sarajin was doing was wearing down his darkness enough to make him succumb.
Perhaps…the only hope he had left was-
"To keep fighting…!" Solomon uttered in a perfect echo of his inner thoughts, making Sarajin's heart skip a beat and the darkness to gain the upper hand over him.
"This is what we both desire…! An endless fight, with all of creation as our battleground! Do not let your heart fall to a lie…WE ARE BOTH ALIVE IN THIS MOMENT…!"
"EMBRACE IT…SARAAAAJIIIIN!"
Solomon's roar was followed by him shoving his foe off and then slamming a series of titanic dark fists into his body to drag him further along until he was sandwiched between twin suns.
The pressure coming off them trembled in Sarajin's body and he looked up past their blinding heat to see sharp claws hooking themselves around these massive celestial bodies with ease and pushing them together.
Before the pressure became unbearable Sarajin grabbed hold of his sword and charged straight at Solomon to cut off his concentration.
He then slashed him up throughout this galaxy, desperately seeking a place where they would be safe to fight…an idea with increasingly dwindling options.
Maybe Solomon was right…his only option was to keep fighting and fighting until they burned out.
As long as this sword was in his hand, it was Sarajin's duty to keep Solomon from bringing harm to other worlds.
And he would refuse to let go of this part of him, no matter how much of his humanity is surrendered!
His resolve made more of his body glow gold and his attacks melted through more of Solomon's body, causing the rot to lash out against his mind and movements.
His attacks had more power behind them but swung with a certain sluggishness.
Taking the darkness of space into his being turned the tides back in his favor, as the sheer pressure off his body repelled Sarajin's attacks.
The two pulled away from each other and Sarajin caught his breath, his elbows now shaking.
Solomon looked at the pitch black darkness burning around his body and breathed it in deeply, before crushing it into his being with a squeeze of his hand.
Sarajin grit his teeth and kept fighting onward.
There comes a point in a battle like this where it becomes difficult to describe what is happening.
Hundreds of years later, civilizations will gaze into the stars and see them pushing away from each other or flickering off entirely.
Constellations will become misaligned, moons will remain unvisited, potentially hospitable worlds will become hazardous.
This is not even considering the motivation this conflict brought to both good and evil conflicts across the known universe.
This was no longer a battle of ideals. Somewhere along the way, Sarajin may have started to forget what that even meant.
He just knew he had to win, and STOP this one being.
Their conflict spanned galaxies in the blink of an eye, and Sarajin's every effort was spent preventing Solomon from killing a single person, much to the man's growing frustration.
Their battle dragged them into an asteroid field and every single attack clashing atomized their surroundings.
"Why do you still anchor yourself to mortal lives?!" Solomon cried out, "WE ARE BEYOND THEM!"
Sarajin gave no answer and simply kept attacking, shredding away his darkness in seeming futility.
Solomon punched the sword out of his hand and then swung for his face with the other.
In the adrenaline of the moment Sarajin tried to match him and the two's punches synced up on impact, causing a massive shockwave that obliterated the remainder of this asteroid belt and shook the nearby worlds.
The two then went hurtling light years away, crash landing into a pure oceanic world and nocturnal forest world respectively.
Sarajin's vision became faint as he stared up through the crystalline sea, his tears thicker than the water trying to pull him down.
His body felt weaker, heavier. The light around him was flickering out of existence.
"O-Of course…" He accepted this weakness of his, "My power is still…finite…"
He drifted deeper and deeper into the planet with a melancholic look on his face.
"D-Did I stop him…?" He couldn't feel Solomon's presence anymore…but he doubted that would have been enough.
"I gave it my all…but it wasn't enough."
He was so, so tired.
It was time to fall asleep, and wonder…
"What was the point of it all?"
…
…
…
"This isn't the time for a nap, Sarajin."
"C'mon chum! Ya've still got some fight left in ya!"
"Sarajin! We're rooting for you! Beat him up!"
"Mr. Sarajin, you can do it!"
"P-Please make it back safely…"
Sarajin's eyes winced with a tender hint of confusion on his face, "H-Huh…?"
"Is this really how it's going to end, cotton puff? I know you can do it. You've become a much cooler man than I ever was."
"Damn it brother, I ain't gonna lose you too! GET UP!"
"I won't forgive you if you fall now, Sarajin."
"FIGHT!"
"Do you hear me Sarajin? I am praying with every bit of my soul, so do not deny my newfound faith!"
"You can keep going! Do not let that bastard get away with killing our friends!"
"Sarajin…you trusted me despite everything. I want you know…I am sorry. For all I did."
"DAD! Y-You have to make it back! I want you to see…the kind of hero I can become…!"
"C'mon kid, you've got a fire left in your soul. LET IT ROAR!"
Sarajin trembled with a cold across his kin, "E-Everyone…"
"This world is yours to protect now."
"Never forget what I taught you Sarajin, about the weight of your blade…"
"Son…You have grown into an exceptional man. One that I…and your mother…are very, very proud of. Please…make it back…alive."
"Is this really the extent of your resolve, Sarajin? I expected better from you…If my words still hang over your head, then forget about them. Punish that foolish son of mine with all your righteousness!"
"Sarajin…You were right about me, about it all. I wish I could say these words eye-to-eye, but my hubris ended me…So I request of you. Keep my people safe in my absence. Make that beautiful world envisioned in your dreams."
"This isn't the end of your fate, Sarajin Stratos. You still have a great journey ahead of you."
"Remember what it means to be a true hero, Sarajin."
"Sarajin…fight. You are not alone. If my love is not enough to give you strength, then take all of ours and stand up! I cannot…I cannot imagine living in a world without you. Thank you…thank you so much for all you've given me."
"Heh heh, you heard my sister, Sarajin. Time to wake up."
As those last words echoed in Sarajin's weakened heart, he swung upright with a frightened gasp and his skin cold.
He was in his bed back home, a young boy waking up from a bad dream.
He shook his head and the warmth returned to his body upon hearing the familiar sound of birds chirping out his window.
The sun was peeking over the horizon, signaling the start of a new day.
When he looked around he found his mom sitting in a chair with a tray of food for him. She was wearing a silky pure white robe with a hood and feathers knitted into a scarf.
"Good morning, honey. You weren't feeling too well last night, so I brought you your breakfast."
She gently slid the tray onto his lap and with a happy smile her way Sarajin said, "T-Thanks mom! You're the best!"
He reached for the fork and his body shivered. His smile faded slightly, as he looked at his mom again and her healthy, tender smile.
"Is something the matter?" She asked in her melodious voice.
Sarajin shook his head and reached for his meal.
The eggs were soft and pillowy with just the right amount of spices. There was a cup of milk, half full, with a tiny bit of water added to make the flavor not as strong. And off to the side, a few greens.
Sarajin ate the meal with tears rolling down his cheeks and warmth filling his heart.
Upon the final bite, the fork lingered before his mouth, then slipped out of his hand onto the plate.
He then squeezed his hands on his lap and looked more like his present self.
The tears continued to be squeezed out of his eyes as he sniveled and struggled to look his mom in the eyes.
"I-It's…so good…" He murmured.
The room felt more heavenly to sit in. His mom closed her eyes and rested her hands on her lap.
Sarajin wiped the tears off his face and said to her, "I miss you."
"I'm not gone," She replied, "Just…elsewhere."
"You'll find me again. Someday. When your own journey comes to an end."
Sarajin admitted, "...I don't know how I can keep going. I-If I can even win."
"Fight," She spoke plain and simple, "And keep holding on to what you are."
Sarajin hesitated, until that feeling of warmth returned into his chest, and melted into his heart beat.
He held on, and closed his eyes.
And the sadness began to slip away.
He then pulled himself out from under the bed sheets and began to walk towards the light at the door.
He held onto the frame and trembled, taking one last look back at his mom sitting contently in her chair.
"I love you, mom." He whispered.
"And I…will always love you, Sarajin." She replied, a little choked up to see him step into the light.
"Now…spread your wings, and fly!"
The moment Sarajin stepped through, he opened his eyes wide with newfound resolve surging through his body.
Across the immeasurable span between planets, Solomon rose to his feet shaken and battered, coughing up a massive pool of rot upon the ground as the wildlife scattered to the winds around him.
He marched out of the trees, blinded by a grand, golden light far off in the nocturnal sky.
A planet shone brilliantly like a golden pearl of the heavens, surrounded by a many winged serpent wrapping loosely around it hundreds of times over.
Across this great distance, Solomon's heartbeat could be heard getting louder and louder.
"Heh heh heh…!" His elation was at a peak and he stretched his arms out to greet this great light.
"YESSSSSS! THIS IS WHAT WE'RE MEANT TO BE!"
Floating in the middle of this glorious celestial serpent was Sarajin, the power of Light now perfectly adapted to his being.
He glared at Solomon yelling at him from across the cosmos with neither hate nor rage, but the determination and focus to see this battle come to an end.
But Solomon believed he was triumphing over the man's resolve, hunching over into a more beastly pose while reveling in the adrenaline of this eternal battle he so desired.
"COME, SARAJIN…! LET OUR ETERNAL CONFLICT BEGIN AN-"
Sarajin appeared before him in an instant and smashed his fist straight through his chest, making him cough out the last syllable with a gasp, "-e…eww…!"
With his body weightless to the forces of the universe, Sarajin dragged him straight through the planet without damaging it and brought their battle to a remote location far off at the edge of the universe.
Maybe Solomon was immovable. Invincible.
But Sarajin…was UNDEFEATABLE.
In one fell stroke, Sarajin ripped a majority of the darkness out of Solomon's being and the rot lashed out internally with a gangly scream.
Solomon turned around and tried to strike out violently but froze in place as he stared at what was backing Sarajin up.
Every person whose lives he impacted were reaching out and pushing their hands on his back to keep him moving forward.
Solomon took one step back in retreat and hated himself more in that moment than he did anything else in existence.
He glared at this torrent of support riding on Sarajin's back and clenched his hands in defiance, once more solidifying his superior existence, "This is OUR fate, OUR battle…! These mortals are irrelevant!"
He slammed his hands out to unleash a roaring darkness cannon the size of a planet.
But Sarajin clenched his fists and punched straight through the center, shattering straight through Solomon's armor and taking even more of his darkness.
Solomon fought against the rot revolting inside of his body and turned around to start swinging wildly against Sarajin's body, beating the darkness back out of him.
But Sarajin struck back and just took more from him to compensate. Solomon steadily saw his body breaking down to his assault, increasing his general sense of frustration over this man's inability to relent.
In desperation he started to consume even more space to gain the upper hand again, prompting Sarajin to widen his eyes and grab hold of the man, throwing him against a desolate planet to break his concentration.
Solomon dragged himself up and roared with a commanding presence, "This power is MINE to rule! You shall not take what I have earned!"
Sarajin appeared behind him and the man shivered with a gasp.
Sarajin then reached out and cupped his fingers to take just a little more darkness from his body.
He then shook his head and remarked, "This power…should belong to everyone!"
His pupils then shrank and his heart skipped a beat. Power was surging throughout his entire body, which struggled to hold itself together.
Solomon froze up after taking a step back, watching as his foe became engulfed in pure golden flames, hotter than any sun, brighter than any light.
All the Wellsprings within Sarajin's body had grown in equal measure, with Darkness being the final step to completing him.
Solomon's eyes burned and even as fear, yes fear, began to grip his body, he raised his arms up and began to swallow the depths of space into his being to try and match this impossible power growing before him.
"There is no power I cannot match! I am infinite, and you…shall always be finite…!"
Beneath his notice, a silver light glistened off his pitch black armor. With a pained grunt, he found himself bound by a series of chains woven from the very cosmos themselves.
The manner of which he fed himself now betrayed him, leaving him to be dragged down onto his knees lashing out with angered grunts and his darkness thrashing out of his being.
"Ghhh…GRRRHHH…! What…is the meaning of this?!"
And then he remembered…
Borealis' final moments.
"That final attack…It was a distraction…!"
He then reared his head up to gaze over Sarajin's growing inferno, faintly seeing the image of Borealis Aurora lord over him.
"I crushed your heart…! I buried your soul in the blackest abyss…! Every fiber of your being…DOMINATED…! So how…"
"HOW CAN YOU STILL STAND OVER ME?! BOREALIS AUROOOOOORAAAAAAAA!"
And then, the flames began to unravel into six seraphic wings, representing the angels, the demons, and the glorious phoenix.
Sarajin's skin was pure white and his body was garnished in golden robes wreathed with silver, levitating sashes.
But that face of his was still undeniably human.
As he opened his eyes, this power felt natural to his being, and so he lacked any hesitation.
While Solomon was rendered speechless, but even at the face of his final judgment he refused to show even a hint of remorse…nor did he beg.
He simply believed that he was still a capable match for this power.
But this…was beyond understanding. It was Creation made manifest…the Genesis.
Sarajin simply raised one finger towards Solomon…and then there was silence.
Light flushed out from his body and expanded across entire universes in an instant, dwarfing entire nebulas, but never bringing harm to any world.
Just as soon as this event came to be, it was over.
Sarajin quickly lost the blessing of the golden flame and his body fell atop this now flourishing planet completely exhausted.
On his hands and knees, he saw Solomon torn apart in all the spots the chains had bound him, with not a single flicker of life in his eyes.
The rot ate its way through the remains of his being.
Sarajin gasped for air and squeezed his hands against the ground. The weight of finality was falling upon his back and it left him…sad.
"NoooOOOooo…!"
His body awakened with a spark and he looked up to see that Solomon's eyes were burnt into the depths of space itself.
"I…wIlL NOOOoooooT…DIIIIEeeeEE!"
His hatred had transcended the pull of death and caused his spirit to fuse with the darkness of space, which he began immediately weaving back into the fractured remains of his body to come back to life.
Sarajin grit his teeth and trembled while struggling to pull himself up.
The flourishing life of this new world fed him the strength to stand and keep this fight going, while Solomon's body was already halfway put back together.
But the moment his eyes burned out from his helm, his body was once more bound in chains of a more familiar, golden variety.
And while Sarajin was taken by surprise, he too was bound up in chains.
Yen Sid descended between them wielding his strange sword, his wise gaze showing contempt towards Solomon…and disappointment at Sarajin.
Sarajin agreed with his outlook.
Yen Sid landed on the planet and threw more chains on Solomon when he tried to break free, "Enough, beast."
"This battle has gone far enough. The damage you threaten the universe with is too grave to ignore. I am bringing you both before Futanji to be judged for your actions."
Yen Sid then glanced at Sarajin with a sincere bit of advice, "Choose your words wisely, Sarajin Stratos."
Sarajin closed his eyes and nodded, and with a raise of his blade the wizard carried them away to their final judgment…
For now, the universe would know quiet.
Next Time: Responsibility and the Burden of Myself