(Lost) Now I lay me down to sleep.

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Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Do you know how hard it is to sleep with two Darklings waiting for you to die?

Miraculously, unless some Tolltaker thugs come crashing through the door in the next 10 minutes, I'm going to die peacefully. I've said my goodbyes, finished things off, made my peace. I am lucky enough to die on my own terms.

I peek an eye open, at their sombre faces. These poor boys, how I'm making them suffer. Well. That's love for you. I close my eye again.

The minutes tick on.

I'm frightened. How could I not be? I'm going to die.

How does that lame old song go? 'Regrets, I've had a few - but I did it my way.'

What else is there to say, really?

What will they do when I'm dead, I wonder. How will things change?

I won't know. Death is the end.

Two minutes now. If I've got the time right.

I'm disappointed. I've disappointed.

But never Winter. Winter wrapped itself around me, strengthened me and grew stronger in me.

Winter will blanket me when I am gone, until there is no trace of me left.

Winter knows that no goodbye is good enough, not really. There is no final thing to say that makes up for being abandoned, no words to take away the loss.

Winter knows. I know.

I won't know for much longer. Not anything.

I feel a sensation tingle up from my toes. This is it, then.

This is how it ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. No. Not with any sound at all.

This is it.

The end.