For my last entry, I'm bringing out Warwick, but first a few words. I want to thank Cassie and Angie for hosting a fantastic blog fest. I've thoroughly enjoyed wandering in and out of other people's blogs and finding new people. This has been a fantastic blog fest, and I'm so glad I hopped on.
Without further interruptions, here's a slice of Warwick's life.
There’s no way to be a Ward of the Star and a Knight. And the only way out of the Knights is death.
Staying will only hurt people. Hurt her.
This is the next phase, Warwick, pull it together. She hates you. There is literally nothing you can do to make her come back. Nothing. So it’s time to end this charade and think about the trillions of lives you have to save. Today. This is it, just pull it together and say goodbye.
It’s only everything you’ve ever known.
Shut up, voice, I don’t need your help.
She’ll only think you’re irrevocably dead. That’s all you have to do, break what’s left of her heart.
I can already see her crying—
No! This is the entire existence of every sentient being in the galaxy. How can this even be a question? One woman or every single life in the closest 200,000 light years? That’s not a choice.
She will hate you forever.
She already hates me.
I looked at the fake chakka in my hands and pressed my lips to the cold metal. Soon she will hold it. She’ll cry over it, and her hot tears will pass over my last kiss. When they find the chakka, they’ll assume I’m dead with it, the fools, but they’ll at least give it to her.
She’ll never see me alive again. Save the galaxy and destroy my life.
I dropped the chakka into the flaming char of ruin and walked away.