Chapter 84: Gundead, Gunman
The dead dreamed of guns.
He was back at the Nowhere again, falling into deep and impenetrable darkness. He knew that it was no unconscious dream this time. He remembered the biting cold and numbness of nothingness all too well. His limbs no longer answered him, his lungs were empty, and his spirit drifted downward into the silent dark.
Most importantly, his bullet-core no longer pounded in his skull.
It was gone, and the Gun alongside it.
Yuan had felt the curse’s destruction during the final impact. He had heard its final wail and bore witness to its annihilation the moment his core shattered against its spirit. The cycle that sustained its evil had finally reached its destined completion, and he had felt the soul of Revolver linger behind after he dragged the Gun through death’s waiting door.
A life for a life. It seemed like an even trade to Yuan.
Yuan Guang had died saving his friend, spared the Unmade World from a gun-blazing calamity, and fulfilled Arc’s final wish. He had made a difference; the good kind. He had died satisfied.
The only thing he regretted was leaving Holster and Orient alone, to find their own way into the wasteland without him.
As Yuan drifted into the dark, he could only pray the Wayfinders would allow him to see them again in his next life. He was almost tempted to come back as a hungry ghost simply to meet them again, to tell these two how much he had cherished their time together… but he knew he wouldn’t return from this.