by Tricia Byrne
Death was his only way out.
Death without a sarcophagus.
Death without ascension.
What was death anyway?
Death is but another path, one we all must take…
He could hear the quote, couldn’t place where it had come from. Probably some Oma Desala bullshit that Daniel had spouted off at one point or another.
He’d become more than accustomed to the thought of dying. It didn’t scare him, didn’t bother him. He welcomed it now. Welcomed the release from this pain, from this torture.
Welcomed the escape from this hell.
Welcomed the escape from this state of the unliving.