#i just thought it'd be fun if someone just told soap it wasnt his time to die yet

[mikichko]

"i should send you back"

he glances up at you from where he sits, river water rushing over his lap. the streaks of red haven't dried, there's still dribbling coming from the side of his head. his wound is still open, the regenerative capabilities of the rivers not yet in progress.

you study him for a moment longer, soaking him up the way his garb soaks the water. young boy, barely turned a man, so eager to rush to war. always rushing forward, even before it was his time, towards a goal that'll never be reached. seeking danger and damage the way a bee seeks out pollen.

just a boy, enticed by the smell of blood and the bodies on the floor. it was all that it took.

now a man, with nothing to show for it. just the dull medals that adorn the dress uniform, tucked away in the dark corner of a closet.

the river agrees with you, had before you even questioned it. refusing to turn this soul. to cleanse it of the taint from the overworld. he is still earthly and so he shall return.

"you're not done yet."

the space around you flashes, the surroundings blurring until suddenly you're in a tunnel. three broad men over a familiar body, heat slowly releasing from it.

soap looks on, before your voice has him glancing back, "show me what a life well lived looks like john arthur mactavish"