Krotte
C L E A N S E
It was the first thing that he must do. There was no time for repentance, for lies. The span of his life grew shorter the longer he spent here... He was going to die. He was going to be cleansed.
With his last breath, he would accept himself.
He would sink down into the water, and take it into himself... And, by doing so, become pure.
It wasn't his fault, it wasn't his fault. The sky was grey because it wanted to be grey - he had nothing to do with it. His hand had been dealt, and he had played his cards poorly. His life would in no way reach far enough to tamper in the dealings of the gods. He was confined to living within himself and of himself. No others would be forced to deal with the mistakes he had made. In the end, it all rested upon his shoulders, and his alone.
There would be no more taking friends for granted.
The waters of the swamp he had selected were deep. He had found on previous visits that he could not step more than a foot away from the shore without becoming completely submerged. But he did not want to die slowly; no, he wanted the experience to last. He wanted to feel the sin being squeezed from his body as he died...