"Is it wise to leave him alone?"
"Worry about the others for once," exclaimed an impatient voice.
"Understood."
'Good, get away from here, the place is about to become a warzone,' the nonchalant confidence dulled to a frown, '-I had a dream, a bad dream. My death was written and played out in slow motion; the whole point of death was to reincarnate without the curse of misfortune. Perish the thought, I know the curse is gone. This is different, time felt faster, precognition of a dire outcome. Death of the vigilantes, the destruction of my acquaintances. At the helm stood a crown, a signet – Cobalt Unit.'
