”Did I disappoint you?”

This was the end, the end of rebel Clancy. He was out cold after his battle with Nico, the bishop, half of his face was covered with black paint just like his neck and his hands.

”Dear Clancy,”

He was left alone, the bishops left afterwards, he was out for what seemed like forever. The Banditos, even Torchbearer, were worried for Clancy. They didn’t know if he was alive and well, or if he was dead.

”You are what they said you were.”

He slowly regained his consciousness after a while, his eyes opening and revealing his yellow eyes instead of his brown eyes. He was in a red robe with the hood covering half of his face, his memories of before becoming one of them, a bishop, were clear in his mind.

”I hope you now know that I’ve never left you.”

”Where am.. I?” He thought to himself, the light shining down on his face from the window. “Did I disappoint them? Him?”

”If we become them then we must do better.”

He couldn’t fight his new fate anymore in the end, he just accepted that he was a bishop now. He thought he was prepared for the threshold that was in store, but apparently he wasn’t if this fate was reality.

”Covering you, TB.”

”Keep the memories of who I was before.”