Recuérdame.

[riptorn]

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

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[keyofimagination]

Tell that to Marnie.

[He lets out a small laugh himself.]

I... I have to say that means a lot, coming from you. When was the last time you've said anything of the sort?

[worldofcolor]

...To Ub.

[...]

I haven't seen him here yet. But I imagine I will, in the future.

[keyofimagination]

... Right, your former partner, was it?

You better get a move on if you wish to see him. I can only imagine Zeus will give us a very limited amount of time to visit.

[worldofcolor]

...I'm not coming back, Rod.

[keyofimagination]

What?

[Rod is stunned for a few seconds before he finds his words.]

But... we just got you back, why would you want to just... leave us?

["Leave me?"]

[worldofcolor]

I've lived too long, you know that. Played God too long. That's...not who I was ever meant to be. What I was ever supposed to be.

[...]

I should have died years ago. Hundreds. Thousands. I'm too old, too...not good for this.

[keyofimagination]

I...

[He's silent for a long time. God, how old was Walt anyway? Older than he could even imagine.

And... well... he couldn't in good conscience argue to keep Walt living. He's done a lot of terrible things, and if he wanted to die after so long, well, what could he do to stop him.

So after what feels like an eternity, he leans back and sighs.]

I must say, it's a fantastic afterlife to rest in. Better than any afterlife I expected.

[worldofcolor]

[...He pulls out the crystal and the pen. He leaves them to the side, not looking at Rod.]

You can - do what you want with these. Destroy 'em. Keep 'em. I don't care. You shouldn't be listening to me anymore. But I trust you more than anyone to decide.

[keyofimagination]

[He stares at the crystal and pen, and then at Walt.]

... You really trust me with that much power?

[worldofcolor]

Yes. More than anyone.

[keyofimagination]

... That means everything to me.

[He gingerly picks up the pen and crystal.]

I know you're not going to believe me, but I think a part of me is going to miss you.

[worldofcolor]

...Don’t idolize me. Don’t remember me as the person I was. Just...remember the good I’ve done. The happiness that was brought by my hand, whether intentionally or inadvertently. The creation of things, people, places, who were all above my level of emotional stability. For everything bad I did because of the person I was, there were...things I created that will be held in the hearts and minds of people forever.

Look to the things I created. The stories I crafted. Move on from me, but...think fondly on my vision.

[...]

I don’t need to be made into an idol. No statues.

[keyofimagination]

No statues, I got it.

[He can't properly cry, but the way his lip quivers a little bit when he looks at Walt makes it clear that he would be crying right now if he could.]

Goodbye Walt. I promise to make this universe is as beautiful as you always wanted it to be.

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[worldofcolor]

...thank you, Rod.

[He smiles, and a hand touches Walt’s shoulder from behind.]

[worldofcolor]

[It’s a skeletal man, in a vest and a somehow intact mustache.]

It’s time to go. We have a lot of things to catch up on.

[keyofimagination]

[Rod stands there, watching them leave with the crystal and pen still in his hands.

He will go down and let the others know about Walt soon, but for now... he needs some alone time.]