Wraith
Made pure again from the hardest game on earth.
I'd marry you. We'd make each other happy for 100+ years with barely any affect of aging affecting us. I pass away from sheer exhaustion completing all that God has for me to do in this world, and you with elegance and grace pass away five minutes later at my bedside, wanting to follow me into infinity.
What- the hell, Wraith? I must still be in a mood.
