Darkness was now all he could see. Silence, the one thing he could hear.
And yet, somehow, the memories persisted. A single being remained in his mind, her words of redemption echoing in the very depths of his thoughts, like some kind of damned dream. It didn't matter, he was dead anyway, right? No more to do. His purpose had been served and the galaxy was safe for the moment, or so one could assume.
He slowly began to feel
Something prodding at his broken mind. An immortal presence
Perhaps a god? He didn't believe in such a thing. That's when he woke, gasping. The air was cool, and the world around him blurry beyond recognition
But he smelled one thing: metal. He couldn't move, no matter how hard he struggled to break free. Vision had begun to clear up in the midst of his futile struggling and he could recognize what looked like machinery and artificial lighting. Hearing had returned and he could recognize one thing; that unmis