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Elias was tired. So tired. He had never considered that to simply exist was not the same as being alive. To be alive meant freedom, meant chance, meant hope, while to exist was just… hollow. And it hurt.
He held on to that sliver of existence for… well, he’s not quite sure how long. Time tends to lose any sense of meaning when someone else is experiencing it for you. Jonah would have happily let him fade into the oblivion of the End and claim that last little fragment of Elias’s mind as his own, but whatever pieces of Elias still remained knew that he was not done yet. All that was left to do was wait. For what, he did not know, but he had little other choice but to trust his instincts and so he remained hollow,
empty,
adrift,
until-
oh. of course.
A statement. His statement. For one last moment, Elias remembered what it was to be alive. The body that was his and was not his let out a final sigh, and he allowed himself at last to no longer be.
Maybe Peter could finally take him out on the water again.
Maybe Captain would greet him when he got home.