And so he packed his bags as the world around him collapsed. His memories left as tasselled pieces of discarded cloth as thoughts of his friend's lifeless heads drift on the edge of his mind.
"Jonah."
A lady leans on a charred door frame. He glances at her then turns back to pack.
"Jonah I hate you."
The lady's voice lacks emotion. The man rolls his shoulders.
"I don't know anyone of that name."
The man's gruff, inexperienced voice rolls in his mouth. He finishes packing and lifts the suitcase onto the dusty bed in the middle of the room.
"Jonah, you can leave but there is no place for negatives like you."
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
The lady flinches. He steps over a crumbling wall and stops after he's further away. A revolting sentimentality hangs in the air.
"Why..."
Tears well in the corners of the lady's eyes.
"Why did you do this?"
The man shakes.
"You still think I'm responsible? Still using that perverted mentality that drove your people to extinction?"
The lady falls to her knees gripping herself.
"No. You did this? You did this. You did this!"
"Goodbye, Cassy."
"That person. Is dead."
The lady sobs while the man gets further.
"Wait!"
The lady calls. The man stops and turns around.
"What about your suitcase?"
She points a shaking finger.
"Oh?"
The man smirks.
"I've already used that bomb."
The lady's eyes widen as she attempts to stand up. She leans on the door frame but the foundation begins to shake. The man turns around and strolls off. His hand shakes as he feels the image of one more dead companion drift into his mind.
At the gate of the city a half dead boy perks up when they see him. The man tosses him a bottle full of a healing substance. The boy downs it in one go and stashes the bottle.
"Boy, where is your home?"
"Gone sir, like the rest."
"And how are you not gone too?"
"Someone told me that I'm special, there's something in my blood. My only hope is that I find them again."
"Well good luck with that."
The man turns to leave.
"Sir!"
The man stops.
"What is it boy?"
"Where are you going?"
The man resumes walking.
"I'm heading to a nearby country called Lustrous."
The man smirks and waves behind him.
"Wish me luck."
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Luck in Lustrous
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