Kyran was there. After everything he did, he was still there for him. You know what? He was right too. They did save some lives. People were still going home... Even if it weren't them. Maybe... Maybe this wasn't so bad.
"We... We really did a number on her, didn't we? How many people... how many people can say they've seen someone get punched so hard their head exploded? How many people can say they've done it?"
Michael rolled on his back again, and turned to look at Kyran. Goddamn, he really
wasn't scared at all. He had nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. He was in the same position as Michael, but he wasn't worried one bit about it. He was calm because... He was right. It was plain and simple. They did their jobs. Kyran knew better, and that's why he wasn't afraid.
They had spent their last days doing their best to fight on the side of good and vanquish evil. Sure, they were dying now, but it didn't mean they lost. People were still going to make it out. Hell, the entire island was still on fire; he could see the smoke in the distance. Someone would see it. Someone would save the others...
They had spend their last days together, fighting for what's right, only because it was right. Even better, they did it together, as a team, as friends
. That was something they had experienced. None of them left had to experience being alone anymore. They always had each other to fall back on, they'd always help each other if they needed it.
"Damn smiley face, though... To be honest, I didn't think anyone would catch on. I figured that... I figured that instead of making a message so small only we could read, I made one so big only someone far away could see it. Hope it works."
What if it doesn't though... What if knowing their luck, that all of this was for nothing and that they fucked up and it didn't really matter in the end. Michael tried to think of anything to counter that argument, but really, he couldn't. They did their best. Fuck it.
"K-Kyran... Can I be honest with you?"
After everything he's experienced, after all the killing, the deaths, the pain, the tortures, all that nasty shit... After all of it, Michael realized that he had... well, fuck...
"After all the shit that's happened... Call me fucked up if you want but... To be honest, I had fun..."
Michael's eyes watched the pattern of smoke swirling around in the sky. Despite it all, it was worth it, just for the fact that he didn't go at it alone. Of all the terrible things that had happened to him and the people close to him, the one thing he couldn't say was that he was ever lonely. He never had to worry about dying alone in some ditch with nobody to hear, care, or remember him. There was always someone with him, and you know what? He'd do everything again in a heartbeat just to experience that one more time.
"Dying ain't so bad... I-it's funny... This doesn't even hurt... Hell, l-like, I can still feel my arm, even though it's...gone." Michael raised his stump in front of his field of view. His arm was gone, but it felt like he could still move his hand. He felt every finger, he could clench and release his fist, even though it wasn't there.
"I can't lie though... I can't say I don't regret anything. I do... If I could change something, then you wouldn't be in the same boat I'm in, Everett would still be here, so would Simon... Adonis... There's a lot I wish I could've done differently, done better..."
Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew it was one of the last ones he'd take.
"I'm sorry I got you into this, but I guess it don't really matter now. We can't change this, so really there's no reason to fight back any more. Thank you for staying with me though. It really means a lot."
Death in the end, wasn't as scary as he thought it would be. It didn't hurt, and he wasn't afraid anymore. He knew it was his time. He knew this was it.
"I'll see you soon, Kyran. I'll be there waiting for you... I mean it."
Guess it was time to let the credits roll.
B:29-Michael Crowe: Deceased.