Why? Why be so stubborn to live on?
Lorenzo reached out and took the Nautical Chart, a grim smile showing on Froki's twisted face.
"It really was quite an adventure... Lorenzo Holmes."
As if an unwilling ghost was clinging to Froki, speaking to Lorenzo in its final moments.
Lorenzo's body was completely stiff, and he didn't even realize that Froki had fallen and died completely.
Coming out of the shock, Lorenzo shook him hard.
"Hey! Froki! Froki Willgardson!"
No matter how hard Lorenzo tried, he still didn't respond. It seemed this time Froki truly was dead.
Lorenzo sat in a daze, the scene echoing in his mind. He wasn't sure if Froki had really remembered something, or if it was just what he had learned to say, his head filled with questions, but there was no one to answer.
Finally, he stood up, blood spilled, and hot flames consumed the decayed corpse, returning it to dust.
Lorenzo began to walk, continuing forward.
"Tell me, who exactly is Froki? My friend or foe?"
