66). TOO GOOD AT GOODBYES

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The world around them has been revived, the flood spills have vanished. The people inside the cave seem to have vanished away as well. Everyone except for the kyles, Connell, and their foes, seems to have returned to their former lives. A current passes through the bodies of all six of the kyle's and they wake up with a sneeze. Larriel looks at them, all of them have developed faded skin, the color of their cheeks gone metal grey from skin color. Their ken veins have disappeared. Humph, pretty much as if the make has been removed.

They all look at each other with a smile till they smell blood. It's Connell, she is still alive. A smile on her face. "I'm no longer a birthwash", she smiles harder. They don't know if running from her responsibility or achieving freedom, which is right. Because they can't even tell if Anbu's perceptions are right or not. Or were, yeah, they didn't know how to describe anything since they don't have much information with them. Acker turns to Larriel and Primus, "you have enough energy, right?" he asks weakly. They both nod.

Jon on the other hand is falling to the ground very slowly, slower than he ever was, his body is tilted to the left, a big flashing light coming out of the glass as it teleports, making the backdrop for him. The mirrors finally disappear along with a falling Jon, his body visible as a black figure with orange outlines to Kamaya, he is still tilting to the ground. A lot of black spots form a background behind him, oh! They're just kamaya's illusion. Even a Kyle's eyes aren't prone to light and start seeing those weird black spots. There are more similarities to them and humans than just the looks and the presence of feelings.

Jon has fallen to the ground after taking the pressure of the hundred faces or the hundred illusions, often considered the 'thousand mirrors'. His body looks as if someone baked it. He looks just like Lovi did. Aside from the fact that she had little time left to say her last words which would coin her future.

All the kyles are sitting in the dry cave. Acker's lips are pursed to prevent the groaning and his eyes are not able to generate tears, he says, "Anbu", with some thought. And then, he closes his eyes and says, "don't revive me. The world is a mess", his eyes are closed and a tear drops out of his last eye. Samantha throws off her fanny back and says, "give it to some human who is like Connell, we might need people to save us from Birthwash in the future. The world should not end again" with this, she says her last words, "don't revive me".

And her body color starts fading away, it turns to metal. Primus already looks sleepy, he silently yawns and says, "don't revive me" with a smile on his face. He stretches his body, fixated at this pose, the body starts to fade into metal. Larriel says the same, "don't revive me". Their bodies fall to the ground and they start turning to their metal skin.

Kamaya is holding back his tears, his arms folded and a smile on his face. His body quivering, he takes off his waistband which he used to store his infinite collection of creekers. He looks at the sun, his body becomes a silhouette to the sun's light and he throws his weapons to the ground. "Born with smart and creative minds because of Deva" he utters. He starts walking to the opening of the cave where Zenith, Connell, and Jon are lying on the ground. He picks up a knife from the ground, still holding back his tears with a queer smile, he slits Zenith's throat with that knife.

"Wake up Jon", it is Kamaya's voice. Jon suddenly feels an abundance of energy. The strange fact is, the middle of his chest is missing from the body. He gets up like a kid waking out in the morning after a great sleep. He looks at his chest and smiles, "ah, who cares" are his expressions as he jerks his head whilst stretching his arms. They have gone unimaginably thin, just like his legs. Next to him is Kamaya, and Connell lying on the ground.

Kamaya picks Jon up and lends him shoulder support. They both drag their feet to the top of the cave, somehow trying to exhaust the last of their energies.....

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