"This fear will bring about the end of your existence."
A voice he couldn't recognize echoed through the void, making him frown.
"Your existence holds a meaning beyond the comprehension of any immortal. You must face this matter without being swayed by the demands of others or the pull of your own emotions."
The voice was urging him toward something he no longer wished to do.
To survive.
To continue existing.
But why did he want to end his own life? What had happened to drive him toward such a desperate decision?
"You have come this far by delivering justice without partiality. You were never biased, not even toward your own children. Then why now?"
There was unmistakable disappointment in the mysterious voice.
Why did he want to die?
That question should have sounded absurd, yet the certainty of what would follow made it anything but. The thought alone was enough to fill him with dread.
