No! There is no reason for me to be involved in any of this. I tell him as I make my way towards the bathroom to stop the water. Listen, you have others, right? You were a team of hundreds. Where’s your partner? That venom spitting dude… He sighs. Scorpian died. He was killed, he says with a sad look on his face. Died? I thought you can’t die. How? How does one die? We’re immortal, remember? He shakes his head. We don’t know. I start pacing around the apartment. What do you mean you don’t know? If he is dead, that means you have to have a body, right? A crime scene? Some clues to what happened, right? So, tell me. How does one die? He takes a sit and takes out his phone. Again, we don’t know. We found him without a breath in his apartment. Look… Here are some pictures of the scene. There were no signs of struggles, no bruises on his body, no nothing. The doctor said that they can’t figure out why he suddenly died. It was as healthy as one can be. That’s why I said we need your help.

I take a sit next to him looking at the pictures. I don’t get it. Over a million years ago, when this planet was still bombarded with asteroids and meteorites. Back in the time where the atmosphere was still thin, when fish started to first crawl out of the oceans and rivers. When we were all hit with these cosmic rays and the radiation from the meteorites from other planets. After the extinction of the dinosaurs from that cursed purple asteroid that took them out and that is now in the middle of the ocean, which also destroyed half the planet to give us that moon and what? Has cursed the fish to evolve faster and faster. Filling this planet with mutations we call today animals and then we somehow got out of it. And what did we get out of that monster of an asteroid? Immortality and these disgusting shapes we all call curses? And now you tell me, that after all that and having tried to kill ourselves with wars, poisonous foods or by smoking and drinking anything and failing spectacularly… That now, somehow. We can be killed? That we can die? Just like that? How old was Scorpian? Fifty five thousand years old? The fucker was young.

I stop in myself from spewing all these thoughts out without a filter and turn towards him. I am so sorry. I don’t know how you must have felt having a close partner like that suddenly die. It must have been horrible. It’s been ten years since the last wipe-out. We still don’t know how it happened. Or why it happened. A billion people, gone, in one second. You should know, he says. You lost your mother, ten years ago. I lean back and look at the ceiling. Yeah. He slaps me on my shoulder with his claw hand. That’s why we need you. Ten years ago you were there when it all happened. I never saw anyone work as diligently to unravel this mystery out. You must have some theories as to what happened. And you must be curious as all hell to what happened in to Scorpian. Besides… I turn towards him. You owe me for this apartment and that you are still free. I sigh. I still loathe it. You know that, right? With a dark grin on his face he looks at me. Yeah. Now come on… We have work to do.

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