At some point, we all need to go back home. Even in despair or beyond, we all think of our origins, whether we like it or not. After all, that is the nature of all sensible living beings. Even those driven by instict.
Ryuga stood up like a warrior from a fierce war. His hands and arms were painted crimson red. Covered in blood. He turned his gaze to the lifeless body at his feet. With a glimmer in his Shadow Eye, the body glowed and dissipated into countless sparkling lights.
"I really meant it Oliver. Your sins are too unforgivable. Even in the eyes of those who may truly be reincarnation of Kindness, they would at least, kill you in Kindness." Ryuga said gazing into the long abyss.
