"I wanted to die," Masamuk said. "But as my friend and Master always told me... Persevere. Regardless of the difficulty, Persevere. Regardless of the pain, Persevere. So... I Persevered!"
The small obsidian body straightened upon the luminous soil.
"But even while persevering," the slime finished quietly, "we were fractured."
...!
Its crimson gaze turned towards the distant grave, towards the mound wrapped in eras of chains, humming softly under the weight of its newest layers.
"Many things could be said about... Those Who Remain."
Masamuk said the three words as if they were a heavy insult, spat slowly, each one set down with the deliberate contempt of a being who had watched what those words did when they were let loose upon existence!
