He was the variable, and all were constant. That what his death felt like, that what he believed.
At least he would die in peace and calm with no sounds or annoyance to bother him.
Not even the eagerness of Dora to be free. She was really something, even after her mother's betrayal she was yet in control of herself. That was admiring, as if he was in her shoes, he would be desperate right now.
And yet she was eager to be free and live her life, that strong desire of being alive made him wonder, why didn't he have such a desire right now? Why was he embracing death like welcoming an old friend?
His gaze shifted to fall upon his three enemies. their faces showed how desperate they were, like they were facing death like him, however they were fighting, fighting with all their powers against it.
That was weird, if death was coming, why not accept it? Why this rejection? Were their lives that perfect for them to be this attached to it?