The body walked, leg twisted, pressing onwards.
These fields…
Gripping its limp arm, it goes forth, committed.
From our childhood…
Lucid, free of pain, it coughs and instinctively pulls its hand to its mouth. It smirks, slightly, laughing as the blood drips freely from its open palm.
I wonder, if they knew… Would they forgive... Could they...?
But the exertion costs its strength. It trips.
Could they forgive me?
The flowers welcome the body, parting, then swallowing.
These fields were always your favorite… Will I go there.... Will I meet you, up there, Captain Kuro...?
"Holy!" a voice calls out from far beyond. The body rolls over, slowly, staring into the sky.
Is that you… The Dude?
… ... ...
... ... ...
"Holy! No!" Gekko rushes forward, grabbing his comrades good arm, holding tight to its wrist, yelling out in sobs, "what did you do? This wasn't your fight, not– not anymore...!" The body turns to look up at him, a single teardrop forming, then rolling down its bloodstained cheek. Gekko presses his eyes shut tight, sobbing painfully, he punches the ground once, "Why...? You were free... You were out... Why?! Why?! Why, Holy?! Why would you fight him... He wasn't yours to fight!"
Choking back more tears, Holy puts on their bravest smile, "I'm sorry I… won't be going to Dervish's birthday party..."
Gekko grabs Holy's shoulders, shaking them, "No! Hold on, I'll... I'll get-- ... There's an Inn, nearby, there's... We'll get RPGJay, she can fix you up! Or, or Hiroy, Hiroy lives nearby! This isn't over!"
Holy, now looking straight into the sky once more, slowly pulls their arm up. Unraveling their palm crookedly, Holy reaches towards the heavens. "Ne, Gekko...? Do you think a yakuza like me... Could ever be a hero...? Could ever... be welcomed... Up there...? Is it too late for me...?"
Gekko wipes his tears clumsily on his sleeve, spitting out, "Please Holy..."
"Shh...," they interrupt. Slowly, softly spoken, Holy makes a request, "If it's you... Gekko, you and Silence can do it... Together... Destroy him... I gave you the means... Now end it.... ..."
Standing up, slowly turning away, Gekko clutches his fists tightly, nodding silently, his face wet with sorrow
Eyes slowly closing, Holy inhales the aroma of the lilac fields, "... Was it, red velvet cake... I wonder... for Dervish's birthday..."
Gekko, sniffling, responds quietly "I'm sorry Holy... ... It was chocolate..." He grimaces.
"Is that so..." Holy smiles.
A slow wind russles the leaves of the flowers around them, as Gekko takes a step, then turns, the world still.
Universal Calendar June 1st, Year 800: Fleet Admiral Holy Hell was lost to the galaxy.