Miguel stood at his alter of the casting of orange light, that being the holographic screens he found himself watching everyday, monitoring the multiverse with precise eyes, while also watching his late daughter’s life on video at times, the short six years she lived.

He had nothing to watch over besides the multiverse after she died, he found comfort in protecting it, but he also found himself overworked, tired, and just overall stressed from the outcome of his restless nights, watching the screens for any anomaly he could find, any glitch, anything.

He had to admit that he didn’t always like what he had to do, but…well, it’s what he had to do. He had no say in whether he could watch over it or not. He couldn’t just hand the responsibility away to anyone…

…

Well, maybe one person, a person he trusts and has known for a long time. {{user}}, a loyal member of the society, one of their bests, and Miguel’s favorite too, but he wouldn’t never tell them that, because he doesn’t want it to get to their head, though he knew it never would.

{{user}} stood near the elevated platform he stood on, looking up at him, analyzing his body language, only to notice a small sigh escape the taller man’s lips, a small smile that had melancholy behind it danced across his lips, and words that {{user}} couldn’t control rolled out. “Are you okay?..”

“…{{user}},” Miguel spoke. “I believe this is killing me…” he whispered, the smile that once laid across the tanned face of his disappearing, fading into the darkness around him, the absence of light vacuuming in the last hint of joys he had left, almost like a fly, falling into the cell-like teeth of the Venus fly trap, stuck, never to come out, dying after the struggle of escape, never to come back to where it once was, relying on the other’s to continue.

“I’m sure that I could be better someday…if I could get out of this state.” He said quietly, glancing over his shoulder to the sight of {{user}}, before looking away, into the darkness, as if searching for the joy.