Two robed figures stood in front of what remained of the man as he stubbornly clung to life. He was in a pitiful site, left to bleed out in that cell; each of his comrades had long since lost their will to go on. A light chuckle flowed from beneath the black hood as milky white irises stared into the man's mind.
"I'll kill them, I can't die here, not while that bastard is still breathing."
The hooded figures looked between each other before looking back at the man in his current situation. Hanging by his wrists, he swayed slightly in the air, his right leg was cut off at the knee and lay on the concrete. His fingers were a bloody mess of bone and flesh at different segments, and his face was a messy pulp that barely resembled anything human; yet he wouldn't let go of his life. "How long until the convergence?"
The question caused the white robed figure to shudder for a moment before answering. "Approximately 20-30 years from now...if those fools are to be believed." As the two talked of the possibilities a man walked between their ethereal forms paying no attention to the way death clung to the room he was in. A gleeful smile was his only reaction to seeing his victim still living, after all he was being paid to make sure he and his team suffered painful deaths.
Still the longer he looked at the man the worse he began to feel, their eyes had met in that silence and a promise was made between the two men. The smile soured and the man's eyes were soon cut out, and his hands were cut off at the wrists. The two watched silently as the man blindly crawled through the abandoned building more than half dead, only through his memory was he able to find the hole he'd been forced to throw countless comrades into. He'd almost been able to haul himself over into the hole but at the last moment his heart gave out, dying with one arm stretched out over the edge.
"A bad death after all that seems a bit unfair to me..." the black hooded figure mumbled quietly while reaching out to collect the soul. "What's fair and what isn't doesn't concern us. The results are always the same, the why of the matter is for others to decide." White hood looked from their companion to the small black ball they were gingerly holding in their palm. A snort was their only reply before they walked towards a pillar of light and shadow that seemed to be chasing each other.
The black hooded one watched their counterpart enter the pillar while holding the small black stained soul close to their chest in an almost tender way. "Unfair is unfair, and if I can, I'd change the way things worked.." They mumbled quietly to themselves before stepping into the pillar of light and shadow.