Traveler or a rib.

The wind whipped through the Traveler's cloak as he stood atop the Toha Heavy Industries main office. He looked out at the night sky and let his warm breath billow out from beneath his mask, fogging the inside slightly...however he was far to occupied to notice. The city below had begun to sleep. Good,they deserve their rest... For when they wake a new threat will take them. With the death of the first the second will follow... then the third... and the fourth. An important step has been taken. Blood drawn, casualties made. This proved that this war could be won, and that no being was truly without death.

The Traveler looked let his gaze fall on Permanence, the world the city now clung to like a cancer. The Traveler did not often return to worlds, nor did he ever allow himself the luxury of wistfulness, yet on such a momentous occasion... perhaps a bit of nostalgia was in order.



"What do you want, HABIT?" The Traveler's tone carried a tired rage, a worn drive that had both been tempered by time and weakened by age. The Traveler turned to face HABIT slowly, and with purpose. The two masked men stared at one another for a moment, all the world around them fell away as they locked eyes and acknowledged one another's e̛͏͏҉̢x̀҉̀́͜į̡̡͟s͏̸͠t͏̧́e̷̸͟͠n̢̨̕͞c̸̕e͏̧. HABIT took a bold step forward and joined The Traveler on his ledge, silently they watched the world below, the flickering lights of Junction...

I KNOW I'M JUST BEING A SHIT BY SAYING WHAT YOU CLEARLY ALREADY KNOW BUT... THE RAKE IS DEAD. YOUR SEEKERS TOOK CARE OF THAT QUITE NICELY. HABIT chuckled slightly as he dropped a penny off the side of the building to see if old adages held true.

"...Do you think I did the right thing HABIT?..." The Traveler asked, knowing the answer to that question all to well.