What were they up to?
Then it came to him, battered him.
They were going to kill him.
So they left him no choice.
He would have to kill them first.
It was as simple as that.
Satisfied that he had solved the mysterious equation, he let himself rest, his mind falling gently into the pool.
The blessed warmth of it enveloped him.
Blackness overtook his weariness.
And Death waited for the others.
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