Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-5543592-20190327012935

Tanner remembered at the end that it had been the Boss. He'd recognized Tanner in his final moments, and thanked him.

''The old man looked up with eyes full of awe. “Tanner?”   The old man’s voice was rough, perhaps powerful once, but now weak, just like the man himself.''

''Tanner nodded. He looked more exhausted now than he ever had. Pale and weak from his overuse of the power. Bags under his eyes from hours without sleep. He was someone who had come to the end of a long journey, and now only wanted it to be over.''

''A question willed itself to the old man’s lips. “Why?”''

''“Because you were sick, boss.”   Tanner said softly, clasping one of the old man’s hands in two of his own. “But so was I, once. And you helped me get better.”''

''A single tear found its way out of the old man’s eye. “Thank you.”''

Tanner smiled brokenly.

“And now I die.”   The old man whispered.

''Tanner mouth twisted into a bittersweet expression. He both loved and hated this man. Hated him so, so much for what he'd done, for what he'd take from him. But loved him all the same. “Yes. But it's a good death. You die as yourself. As you were.”''

''“What a thing…”   He grumbled, as if the idea surprised him. Tanner gripped the hand tightly. The old man passed, clear from the way his gaze drifted away, and his chest stilled.''

"Let's head inside." Tanner said. He lifted Eva slightly. "I need to set her down somewhere, and Miller'll be back soon to brief us.