Several minutes ago, while Riley and company were still walking through the endless hallways of the castle of Hel, Gary was in the courtyard, alone. Ever since he had arrived on Theran, he found himself going back here again and again—because it was really the only place where he felt he was being judged.
He didn't really choose to be on Theran, as when he woke up from his brief coma, they were already traveling through the expanse of space; his last memory was that of Riley—no. His last memory was that of Darkday toying with him.
The love of his life is dead; his friends, for some reason, still stay with Darkday. But perhaps this was destined.
"Perhaps I am destined to walk alone in this strange world," Gary said as he looked around the courtyard. Trees that would usually not even take a single effort for him to pull out back on Earth, now as if they have attached and wrapped their roots around the entire planet.
