Not all of his tasks were completed, but someone must lose and someone must win; it was just his turn not to win. Thus he walks a road of lifeless beige through air off-white with fine choking dust, and the sky above is a blinding bluish-white hidden by a thin haze that only multiplies the glare infinitely. (7 of 8) I should not be feeling bad for him, but I kind of am. Last bit – Next bit
Lady Karasu 