He needed a beating, and this was something refreshing to be honest. Even if he was in such a weak state, he was still that jerk that kept pestering me all this time.
"Wake up!" I shouted, "This… This was all an illusion, like a dream… no, it's like a nightmare."
It felt wrong to use the word dream about this. This time he stayed there on the ground without any intention to even raise his head to face mine.
"It was all fake! That angel died, died a long time ago! Wake up! You are jumping all over the apocalypse to just save him."
"B… But… Sob… He… Sob… Died… at… Sob… My hands…"
I didn't think even after all this time, the jumper didn't get it out of his head. Damn! That bastard who did all this seemed to specifically target him. Out of all my people, he selected the right dude to crush, and found his weak spot and kept pushing mercilessly on it.
