He'd heard many tales about this moment. Seen the light fade from the eyes of his victims but for it to happen to him was surreal. Everything felt like it was blurred at the edges and fading with each passing moment. But he had to keep moving, even as the blood soaked the front of his shirt and dribbled down his chin. You'd think the dripping and feeling of cold would bother him. ...for some reason, it really didn't. Maybe, he was dead already.
If anything there was a sense of relief as he trudged through the snow drifts towards Fuar. Just this one task left, and he wasn't going to hear another damn 'Tyki-pon messed up' story. Rest was coming and he had to resist it just long enough for this. The village came in sight soon enough.
Not long now.
Tyki faltered in his footsteps as the pain dulled further. Damn. Time was just not with him was it? He could hear the gurgle of blood in his throat when he laughed. But he didn't care. The only sorrow he had was for Rhode. He didn't want to leave her alone.
But she could always go to Allen, couldn't she? The sun rose as he pushed aside his thoughts and continued. To the only building he had a mind to visit. The heavy doors were a welcome sight and he placed his hand against it, forehead resting against the wood.
How odd, it was like stepping before the Boss's rooms and right before you knocked. That moment everything would be okay if you could see the person behind it. His knees gave way then, no longer letting him keep standing. With the last bit of living strength left he hammered the door with one series of raps with his knuckles. So what if they were busted. He'd use them anyways.
Time felt like it were stretching and slowing down. He had to complete this task before he could rest.
No Tyki made an error stories about this. A smile touched his lips at the thought of the clan.
Eh, they're tell those old stories anyways.
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