It's simple the way things work in the world. They're born and then they die. And in the end, they Scatter. Which brings us all back to the beginning. The angel wishes to Scatter.
I remember, vaguely, the moment I decided to remove myself from the Scattering, the moment I decided to become of the Living. I have sworn to the angel that I will not Scatter, but I will suffer for Eternity, with him.
What will become Erasmus? He will join it again and I will feel him everywhere but I will still be Ithaca. That's the curse and the blessing of Heaven and Earth--you're always yourself in the end.
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