[The rabbit turns, and it meets Nona's alien eyes with eyes just as altogether strange. The world begins to fade out, giving her time to ask her final question before she truly remembers.]
What's it like to be capable of loving something?
[And then, they're in the cold void of space, and Waltaquin will catch sight of what "Nona" truly is.
A sphere. Blue and green in equal measures, spanning so far in so many directions. The shining jewel of the Milky Way. They're together now, though Nona might already be gone.
She spies her siblings, before they became her siblings. Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune.
And even the smallest of them, their little baby sibling Pluto.
Waltaquin will feel every root, every plant, every beetle or ladybug or snail on the side of a rock, she'll feel the bloated greedy trillionaires suffocating in their own indulgence, she'll feel the impoverished and destitute drowning in their own poverty, she'll feel every piece of coral bleached and dead after a century of abuse.
The world loves her, the world loves everything inside of it, every grain of sand, every patch of grass, every newborn baby.
The world is dying. It is heaving through corrupted lungs, and nobody is helping it. Nobody cares. They want to assume it will be okay, even as it lays there bleeding, they don't want to lose sight of their indulgence and wealth.
But the Earth hasn't given up. And neither has He. John G-. A scientist that loves it so dearly, it can see Him. It can bless Him, because He is the only one that truly looks at it and speaks to it, the only one who understands.
And so it gives Him a gift. Corpses. Death. Life. All fall under His/Her domain. It takes him so long to understand. He fights for it, for the Earth, and the people scorn him. The bloated parasites that suck the blood from it's veins plot their escape, they destroy his efforts, they create a monster and tell the world that's what he is.
It isn't until the very last moment that they realized their mistake. It isn't until ten thousand years of destroyed planets, of razed cities, of their descendants working in mines, of dead Kings and felled armies, that they truly understand.
He continues to fight for her. He gathers a following. He cures their ailments, their diseases. He cures cancer, he reshapes bodies, cures dementia, cures it all with his miracles, and they start looking at him and seeing a God.
He goes by another title.
He says he's a "Necromancer." It's Pyrrha (P-), who it loves, who Nona loves so dearly, who tells him that he should embrace the cowl and cloak of the dark, that he should make them truly feel fear. And he does. He discovers how truly addictive it is to take life with one brutal sweep of everyone in the immediate vicinity that was threatening his coven.
The story continues. It's weeks, months, maybe even years, but for the Earth and for Waltaquin, it's a blink. A plan is made, and a government of a nation that stopped mattering the moment it existed comes to him with a request, one he fulfils. And he leaves their palace with a nuclear bomb.
Nona's voice is a faint whisper on the wind.]
I don't want to remember. I don't want to remember what it felt like to have all of it. Please don't make me remember. I can't do this again...
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What's it like to be capable of loving something?
[And then, they're in the cold void of space, and Waltaquin will catch sight of what "Nona" truly is.
A sphere. Blue and green in equal measures, spanning so far in so many directions. The shining jewel of the Milky Way. They're together now, though Nona might already be gone.
She spies her siblings, before they became her siblings. Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune.
And even the smallest of them, their little baby sibling Pluto.
Waltaquin will feel every root, every plant, every beetle or ladybug or snail on the side of a rock, she'll feel the bloated greedy trillionaires suffocating in their own indulgence, she'll feel the impoverished and destitute drowning in their own poverty, she'll feel every piece of coral bleached and dead after a century of abuse.
The world loves her, the world loves everything inside of it, every grain of sand, every patch of grass, every newborn baby.
The world is dying. It is heaving through corrupted lungs, and nobody is helping it. Nobody cares. They want to assume it will be okay, even as it lays there bleeding, they don't want to lose sight of their indulgence and wealth.
But the Earth hasn't given up. And neither has He. John G-. A scientist that loves it so dearly, it can see Him. It can bless Him, because He is the only one that truly looks at it and speaks to it, the only one who understands.
And so it gives Him a gift. Corpses. Death. Life. All fall under His/Her domain. It takes him so long to understand. He fights for it, for the Earth, and the people scorn him. The bloated parasites that suck the blood from it's veins plot their escape, they destroy his efforts, they create a monster and tell the world that's what he is.
It isn't until the very last moment that they realized their mistake. It isn't until ten thousand years of destroyed planets, of razed cities, of their descendants working in mines, of dead Kings and felled armies, that they truly understand.
He continues to fight for her. He gathers a following. He cures their ailments, their diseases. He cures cancer, he reshapes bodies, cures dementia, cures it all with his miracles, and they start looking at him and seeing a God.
He goes by another title.
He says he's a "Necromancer." It's Pyrrha (P-), who it loves, who Nona loves so dearly, who tells him that he should embrace the cowl and cloak of the dark, that he should make them truly feel fear. And he does. He discovers how truly addictive it is to take life with one brutal sweep of everyone in the immediate vicinity that was threatening his coven.
The story continues. It's weeks, months, maybe even years, but for the Earth and for Waltaquin, it's a blink. A plan is made, and a government of a nation that stopped mattering the moment it existed comes to him with a request, one he fulfils. And he leaves their palace with a nuclear bomb.
Nona's voice is a faint whisper on the wind.]
I don't want to remember. I don't want to remember what it felt like to have all of it. Please don't make me remember. I can't do this again...