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“The journey’s over, kid,” A voice muttered, “You’re gone.” The voice from the small, weak, useless “other” mind of his made Sharik scowl helplessly as he paced, moonlight being the only thing that set their bodies alight. ...but alight was a weak word. The bright day frowned upon it, as it was only able to come in small amounts-the same small amounts that had been visible when… Shaking his head, Sharik growled, accidentally throwing Cobur from his place on the young dog’s back. “I had somewhere I was going!” He barked helplessly, staring into the blank, dark, lightless, hopeless, useless depths of the water nearby. It had done so much...gotten him to far...it was only yesterday that the ocean had gotten him to a place of riches, the vast expanse being nothing but a field of endless opportunity. But it had done nothing but chew him and spit him out, leaving his body to rot. Shuffling his paws, Sharik felt the breeze become wind, mercilessly pulling Sharik and Cobur away from...there was nothing to leave. There was nothing at all. Nothing but ocean and land… Ocean… Land… Futilely trying to throw his mind off its horrid course, Sharik picked Cobur up, setting the small roach back in its place in his pouch. That was the same roach that accompanied him on his walk...but it wasn’t dead. It didn’t have the chains of many years to drag behind it. It didn’t have someone to get revenge on. But he did. Walking over to a small puddle, he stared down at the shell that was left of him. Blurred out paint on his face, which wasn’t...it was just the water, making the shell seem more hollow...weaker...emptier...every detail blurred out and gone. Blurred until nothing was left. Blurred until no light would dare shine on him. Blurred until every detail became pointless. Growling again, Sharik began sprinting, knowing that this was the very island that had taken them...his comrades...those he cared for...the humans that meant-meant he could gain more. Without them, he couldn’t gain. He had nothing to gain. But if he could get his proper revenge… And even take power… Then he’d be able to have everything. Everything… But what- There wasn’t a need to question how. He was dead, the island was alive... He was sick of his mind’s foolishness. The score had to be settled somehow. It was just as alive as he had been, but far...far… Far… N… H-he wasn’t strong enough… He had to-he-he couldn’t… Fighting was nothing.