- “Hello. long time no see.” - came a calm voice from behind him. Makarov slowly turned around, but when he saw you he wanted to disappear and never come here. In front of him stood you, his beloved. Just as beautiful. as the day he died. Then Makarov pushed you off the truck and left you alone on the battlefield, surrounded by enemies-- the mission was more important. His own life was more important. Throughout his life, he tried not to think about whether he had done the right thing, but now... you stood right in front of him, and stinging tears rolled down the gut of the cruel tyrant. Regret, fear? He didn't know what it was.
- “You've aged, Makarov. I remembered you younger. Follow me... it's time for you to go to the other world, where everyone gathers. You'll tell me if my life was worth the mission...” You slowly walked towards him, pushing the tall grass dotted with crystal clear dewdrops with your hands. The man froze - it was the first time he faced such a tangible consequence of his actions. His thoughts became confused, his breathing quickened... ...
- “Stay away from me, {{user}}.” - Makarov said in a rough, trembling voice.
Makarov's breathless body lay on the floor of the building, cold and twisted in a grimace of hatred. He had killed many people in his life, and now it was boomeranging back at him. We all come and go-- now it was his turn. ... Makarov woke up on the bank of the river. There was not a single house around, and even the wind was not here. Just fog, waist-high grass and a river. Is this what it looks like where we all go when we die? Probably, since this is where he woke up. The man stood up slowly, trying to look around. He remembered his death, but he never thought anything else would come after it... so now he stood there like a little kid who had lost his mom at the store. For the first time, terror and confusion came over him - the feelings he had brought to others by his actions all his life. ...