We continue to walk. Her short brown hair is somehow complemented by the abyss. It reminds me of happier times, when this story was over. If only I hadn't been wasting my time. If I had spent that time training, I could have stopped Edgar, but I let myself get distracted. I will not make that mistake again.

"So how have you been?" I ask trying to break the silence.

"Alright," he replies. He's lieing to me, I could always tell. Whenever he lies he gets nervous and magic wind blows from his fingertips.

"Tell me the truth," I demand.

"Fine," he replies, "I have been absolutely horrible. Every morning since The Cleansing, when I open my eyes I sigh, knowing I must spend another day in this twisted game. Sometimes I think it'd be better if I never opened my eyes. If my story didn't have a happy ending, just, an ending."

"Don't talk like that," I reply, "you can't lose hope. I'm here for you, no matter what."

He smiles at me. "I have to stop Edgar," he continues, "then, and only then, will this tale be over. Although Andrew may be a threat, I'm sure without Edgar he'll end up confused giving me a chance to strike."

"You've been planning this for a while, haven't you?" I ask.

"Definitely," he replies, "ever since we died. Since everyone died. I've been plotting vengence. Now, this is my chance to strike."

He smiles at me from under his cloak in a comforting way. "I promise," he speaks in a reassuring tone, "I'll get our happy ending back. In the meantime, we have to keep moving."

My phone rings. "I gotta take this," I explain. I take the call.

"Hey Armored," Reaper Classic greets, "quick question, why can I still feel Reaper's aura? You need to stop him."

"I know," I reply, "but I think I can reason with him. If I can talk him out of it, then that's a whole faction we don't have to worry about."

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Reaper Classic asks.

"I'm certain," I reply.

"Fine, but don't screw this up. If he gets to Gen, all is lost."

"Don't worry, I know the risk, and what must be done if it comes to it."

"Very good Armored, and be careful. He may be emotionally unstable."

I hang up.

"Who was it?" Reaper asks.

"Just a freind," I reply.

She smiles at me again. I smile back, and we keep going. Until we hear a cry. "Reaappper!" A voice yells. Oh shit! Not him! Not now...