>>113688495And so the lithe man rested the gargantuan on the floor. A small puddle of blood began to form under him.
The lithe man grabbed his friend's large hand. Though his breathing grew faint, the air whistled with each dying breath the giant took.
The fellow mercenaries walked slowly, lowering the iconic helmets of their bloody trade, obscuring their downtrodden faces as they observed their comrade's final minutes on Earth.
Everyone was here, and under the blue sky and scorched air, all was good. The giant blinked, and with half open eyes, took one final look at his friends, and then at the lithe man next to him. This was good. This was the end.
Clutching Sasha, he opened his mouth to speak to his friend one final time.
"Will there be Sandviches in Heaven, Doktor?"
He cracked a weak smile and fixed his glasses. Nothing has chanegd, he thought.
"Ja, my camarade. There vill be Sandviches."
And so the large man died, surrounded by the only family he had known.