"Yes, Athena, is maybe the goddess of peace yet I ain't. I always have a great displeasure of peace so the indeed antithesis of her is me, even peace wants me really, really, bad." There was a minute of muteness-- it was truly her; those frosty eyes was what the bloody man silently praying for in every gory seconds. Praying for the time would move into counterclockwise and just stopped, eternity. "But you know what's our resemblances?" It seemed the silent prayers of him wasn't the perfect deal with his current situation as the sullenness of her voice continued. "Always successful in every battle." Tapped. Time was operating quickly. "I am actually knocking on your life, man." He knew that tap. A tap that created by her was the dangerous tap of his fate-- purely, his death. Tapped. "No!" Tapped. "It was a mistake!" Embittered, and the time was set to trigger the gun in exactly on time. "Plea--" Bang! Peace; the magical word wasn't capable in her own little jargon and a seamless fusion of thoughts came cryptically. Maybe seeing the man, lifeless, was the exact definition of it, for her. 'Peace is just a big, worthless piece of joke of the century.'