"What a wonderful world." He said as he looked into the sky. The man wore his overcoat and thick boots. There was nothing that could freeze him, at least not in Pandora. He pondered the world's existence as well as his own. He was a step closer to the world that lay around him. He was home, but then again, he never left. Pandora was the world he was born into. All he remembered was his own darkness, something he learned to let go. "A heavenly world, of heavenly souls, and heavenly bodies." he said. He embraced the chills he felt on his skin as the wind brushed by. He was content. He was so happy he could die.
"A world without regret, a soul without a heart. I cannot believe we still pressed on, when we were so apart." he said. He recited the hymn from memory. "Let the past become your future, for your present is your past. Just because I am your first friend, does not make me your last. Alas the world is mysterious... And I must travel on... curious." Dregon inhaled the frost air.
"Never will a hear break even, never will it be a clean cut. Only in time will it heal as a whole, and even then it will still hurt... and brother... I have returned to heal ease the pain. Never again will we travel alone. Not today, not ever.
For you are my one and only brother."
"A world without regret, a soul without a heart. I cannot believe we still pressed on, when we were so apart." he said. He recited the hymn from memory. "Let the past become your future, for your present is your past. Just because I am your first friend, does not make me your last. Alas the world is mysterious... And I must travel on... curious." Dregon inhaled the frost air.
"Never will a hear break even, never will it be a clean cut. Only in time will it heal as a whole, and even then it will still hurt... and brother... I have returned to heal ease the pain. Never again will we travel alone. Not today, not ever.
For you are my one and only brother."