He knew he didn't have a lot of time left, the countdown on his arm steadily running towards zero. He wasn't afraid, after all what was there to be afraid of? Life has always been a finite resource for those who wield it, the end thus being inevitable. In a way, the creeping end of it all had something comforting about it. He'd met many people during his travels, strangers became friends as well as friends becoming strangers once more. Some of them still going strong while others had long since passed away. It was the latter whom he was looking forward to meeting again. A passing thought, a slight pain in the bottom of his gut 'what about those who will now tread in your shoes?' He shook his head, they'd understand. They would have to and then move on, they still had time left to spend. In the end, he smiled wearily and watched as the clock ticked on.

A nice commision by the wonderful 1Darkodraco1 on twitter. I was able to get a slot during this year's furality.