***
{Inside The Projection}
Alone, Malik looked up, scratching his cheek again, a little rougher this time.
He then whispered real soft, only for the wind:
"Goodbye…"
That was it. One word.
The city mourned. And the dead had left.
After all, to them, that was all there was left to do.
...
On his way out, Malik didn't say anything else.
His... memories tugged at the hem of his cloak like children too young to know what death meant, but he... He just walked. Quiet. Distant. Spine Breaker in his belt. Scarf over his mouth. And that black, cursed rune-snake coiled tight around and above his second heart, chewing itself with invisible teeth.
He had nothing more to give these people.
Now... he could only leave.
And that was what he did.
Black met him a mile or so away from the city.
The big boy just sat there, ruffling his massive feathers.
He had that same cocky tilt to his head like he'd been waiting hours just to be dramatic.
"About time."
