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Komós déf̱teri̱s
And now I'm standing here, in the front of this Wailing Wall among all of you, my dear fellows, dying with us, and trying to make the path for these five Bronze Saints, for the Saints of the Hope. I'm standing with you by my side, Camus, and I'm not afraid of the eternal in the infinite darkness. After all I was able to see you again…
And then you were alive again. I couldn't believe my sense, but I couldn't be also mistaken. It was your cosmo. Your cold, calm cosmo spreading around the Sanctuary, but now much darker than it should be. Firstly I was so happy to sense you, my beloved friend, happy as never before, but…
Yes, you were alive again, Camus but covered by the dark Cloth. You were alive as our enemy and as a traitor…
Why? Why you did such a thing? Why you betrayed us, Camus?
For all these years I believed that I know you, that I knew your soul and mind just a little bit; after all we were friends since our early childhood. But I was stupid all the time, right? You were always hiding your thoughts from me. In fact I still have no idea what was you're the most precious dream, what do you wanted to do in your future and what kind of girl you liked. Oh, yes, you loved to read, but this is something that all of us knew; you were cold and calm, but it is also something that all the people around could know about you. And when I'm thinking about it… I was always in that kind of people. I knew about you only these things that everyone could see. I was nothing more, friend.
Oh, Camus, tell me the truth… Was I your friend in the first place? Or I was just someone to be beside you, someone to talk, when you wanted to talk? I have chaos in my head, and I really don't know what to think! You could tell me to calm down now, right? To take a few deep breaths and try to calm down my mind. But it wouldn't work this time. For someone like me there is so way to escape from this chaos. After all someone who was a friend for me became my enemy.
There is just one thing I know about you. You wouldn't ever give up with your work, whatever it would be, so I have to kill you, friend; kill you to stop this mess that you and the other traitors made. Athena or you, right? I have to choose what was more important for me and it isn't easy. You were the most precious person in my live, but Athena is my Goddess. It was really hard to choose the right path to walk. But… My choice is Athena. You said it yourself to me many times in the past. I'm the Saint so I have to do my work, to fulfill my duties. My work is to protect the current reincarnation of Athena. So I have to kill you, Camus. You chose to be resurrected as Hades' vessel and you have to kill her for his sake. I chose her so I have to kill you…
I have no idea, how it happened; I suppose everything was just incredible quick. I remember when you entered the Temple of the Aries, and then you were inside the Twin Sala, killing one of our fellows. I remember also that Shaka collapsed, after you and your two companions used against him the Athena Exclamation. I remember that I used my Scarlet Needle against you, almost killing all of you, and I remember that even we, Mu, Aiolia and me, the last standing Gold Saints in the Sanctuary tried to make the Athena Exclamation alongside with you three. And I remember your cold skin, when Athena ordered us to bring you to her. Oh, your skin was so familiar cold. It was like you never died. The smell of your hair was the same, the rhythm of your heart was the same, and the color of your eyes was the same. Even at this moment I couldn't believe that you turned into our enemy. But it was the cruel truth…
I remember all this things, especially our walk through the all other Temples. But next moment you were in my hand in the different way. My hands were clenching around your throat and Athena was dead in the front of us. Oh, how much I hated you at that moment. For a while I was sure I was able to kill you right now. Just clenching my hands more was enough to take away your fake life. Without your four senses you were defenseless against me. I'm not sure if back then you were even aware that you placed your cold hand around my wrist. You didn't tighten it, just placed gently.
"I hate you," I thought back then, didn't expect anything.
'I know… Milo,' I heard you thought.
I looked inside your blind eyes and cried, loosening mygrip.
After all I wasn't able to kill you, my friend.
Now I know, why you did such a thing, and I'm glad that I wasn't able to kill you, Camus. And with you, standing by my side, it isn't too scary to loose our lives for these few Bronze Saints. After all it is for the Athena's sake, right? We have to give the whole cosmo we have right now, give it to Aiolos that he could send his Golden Arrow to the Wailing Wall.
And then, Camus, just die together.