Sky was sitting in his Titan's cockpit, reviewing the logs of all his battles as a member of The Brotherhood. It was sad. He knew they would not be bien with so much recent losses, and that gave him another headache.
"Damn, I feel so sick", he said. And headed back towards the bar to grab a glass of water.
Upon taking the first few steps our of the ship, he heard a beep. He checked his Brotherhood comms device, and suddenly gasped. It was the will of an old friend. Skyelius, for the first time in a long time, dropped to his knees almost too harshly. It was his old friend, one for a moment he thought was alive. Then he kept on reading. By the time he was done, he felt another pain in his chest. This time he couldn't hold back his tear.
"Maniaco...", he said softly.
He dropped to the ground, lying on the landing pad's floor and stared at the stars in the night sky of Crete.
"It is a cold universe until you know God as your Father, and then it becomes a home. Even the next life simply becomes the Father's house, home."
—David Pawson
