He had thought about it when fighting 21, the speed and power behind the spikes had been imense, and yet they had not touched him. They couldn't hurt him that easily. His body was resistant to all, he was a plain, solid, fighting machine. He was a creator of death, an armoured warrior that would always stand strong. But he was not indefeatable. He stood stuck in rock whilst thinking over it, and realisation was that he was weak. In many ways he was weak. Mentally weak. Weak in the art of making decisions. He wasn't the strong protector he wished to be, he was yet another mutant, always caught up in the flow of destiny and fate.
He smiled ruefully, who was really right? The computer who wished to bring down the 'God'. Or the 'God' himself? Death now painted these hallways, and destruction lived amongst them. 21 had fallen, as far as he knew, but 41 had held the small group with him together, knowing that panicking would only lead to death. "Oxygen, how long before it would run out?" "Only master 21 would know that, a few hours at best." He contemplated the thought, and crouched at the rubble for a moment...
"Do you know the way to the main computer room? It may not have 21 to run it anymore, but we can still set up a basic system to repower Shield." Even as he talked, the questions still rained upon him. Was it worth it to rebuild this place? Was it really worth it just to save a few mutants lives? Perhaps death was supposed to come to them all today. Perhaps the destruction of 21 was a piece of destiny that was a long time coming. Perhaps a lot of things. But 41 couldn't let these mutants die. He couldn't sit back and watch death come to them while he could possibly avoid such an eventuality....So he did his best. As a temporary leader. How the irony hurt him. "Let's move. The quicker we do it, the more lives we save.".....
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37 looked up, feeling the ship come closer. The aura was quite odd, not what she'd been expecting. 21 was alive again? And it seemed from the power she felt, it was the Almight One that had given him life. Maybe, despite his blasphemy, he was one who should not die yet. She watched the ship. Yes, she watched it closely. She could only tell the being inside because she knew of the feeling of half-death. Only one mutant had the half-death so strong.
She waited, waited for it to land, waited for the mutant who was now in the body of a human to walk out. Then, gathering the shadows around her to dispel the power of the sun, she stepped out of her hiding place, letting the darkness slowly drain off her like water slowly dripping off a swimmer that had just got out of the pool. "Welcome, Walker of Death." She speaks, her soft voice carrying. She had stepped out of no-where, with nothing that could hide her. Nothing except her own powers.
"It seems that our lord has had some pity on you." She was now in a quandry. She could not lay the living to their eternal rest, and now that the Walker of Death was no longer dead, she was not able to use her powers. Why don't you walk with him? He will not be able to create carnage after his next death if you are there to finally allow him his sleep. The voice of her family, her brother, were clear to her as day, even if no-one else could hear them. She nodded slightly to herself, her eyes focusing once more on 21. "So what is it that you intend to do now, Walker of Death?"