Dealing drugs doesn’t pay enough.

Every time I cut off a child’s hands I like to count. Anything to distract myself from the fact that I’m cutting off a child’s hands.

“None shall last.” Sighing, I continue looking around, desperately searching for an answer. The infinite threads of time and karma pass before me as my very being stands at the edge of totality. Going down swinging – it was as good a plan as any I guess, given the circumstances. No one takes kindly to a death sentence, let alone gods. It’d take all of us, and all from us. “Find it?” she asks, pulling me back to this moment, to her. Like she always does. Giving up, I reciprocate, pulling her closer in. “Yeah, by the narrowest of margins. Three species eventually, two meet your criteria.” Stars blazing with glory…