I have to end this show, this format. I have business elsewhere, at Kings of the Earth.
I forever have trouble setting things aside. But I must. I'll take one last look around, hear how that particular door makes that squeak, run my hand down that familiar railing along the stairs. I will allow my fingers to linger on the doorknob, knowing that I will never touch it again.
I think I have to close the door on this format once and for all. I have to somehow change for Book Two to begin.
Now. We'll consider your debt to be paid in full. I don't have time to deal with it. All is forgiven. I hold nothing against you. If I were to see you in the street, I would ask that you greet me. I would embrace you as a friend. I will not speak another word of you here.
But I have a question for you: What are your secrets, the most damning ones? The ones that would effectively end your existence? I have crafted life-ending pieces before, and if I find myself bothered I will do so again.
If you ever again interpose yourself within my path, I will completely and utterly annihilate you.
Let's consider our altercation to be unintentional. I have issued my spirited warning. But I want you to be well. Don't forget that.
I have to go. Everything is ready. The checks have been made and the sequences initiated. My loved ones have cleaved and they are now spinning up, waiting for my intention.
Three and four mark the door.
