He had certainly known that she would end up killing him at some point, but he was expecting something a bit more, shall we say...conventional.
Yet now he found himself sailing towards something that could easily be described as a ravenous, gaping maw torn out of the fabric of time and space. This would likely prove an interesting experience for Alexander, to say the least.
He had little time to react, and he was flung far too hard to redirect his course in time using his flight ring. He resigned himself to dying once more, but not before taking a little indulgence first.
You see, Alexander spent much of his free time reading. Though not a formally educated man, he developed a taste for reading after having spent so much time in Lordran all on his lonesome. After all, such an ancient place was filled with books and scrolls of all sorts, providing him a relatively pleasant way to pass the time.
So upon coming to this reality, he spent a lot of time reading about various things, such as technology, history, and culture. In particular, he was interested in the history and culture of Earth, which in certain ways paralleled that of his own world.
In his reading, he came upon reference to a particular gesture of defiance. One believed to have originated when an ancient band of warriors, just before a battle long lost to history, chose to show their enemies that they could still draw their bows against them. Over time, the gesture took on more vulgar connotations, but the defiant meaning remained.
And so, as he sailed towards the black hole, Alexander twisted himself around, staring Stardust down one last time as he headed towards yet another death, and held up a single finger.
The finger between his index and ring fingers.
Yes, just before certain death, Alexander was staring down a cosmic horror of immense power and flipping it the bird.
After all, he was going to die anyway. Might as well have the last laugh before everything's said and done.
But with that little indulgence out of the way, Alexander reached the point of no return: The event horizon of the black hole. Scientists would likely kill to know of his perspective on what it was like being sucked into a black hole. For Alexander himself, it was a quick process. In an instant, he was pulled in, and everything went black once more.
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He had certainly known that she would end up killing him at some point, but he was expecting something a bit more, shall we say...conventional.
Yet now he found himself sailing towards something that could easily be described as a ravenous, gaping maw torn out of the fabric of time and space. This would likely prove an interesting experience for Alexander, to say the least.
He had little time to react, and he was flung far too hard to redirect his course in time using his flight ring. He resigned himself to dying once more, but not before taking a little indulgence first.
You see, Alexander spent much of his free time reading. Though not a formally educated man, he developed a taste for reading after having spent so much time in Lordran all on his lonesome. After all, such an ancient place was filled with books and scrolls of all sorts, providing him a relatively pleasant way to pass the time.
So upon coming to this reality, he spent a lot of time reading about various things, such as technology, history, and culture. In particular, he was interested in the history and culture of Earth, which in certain ways paralleled that of his own world.
In his reading, he came upon reference to a particular gesture of defiance. One believed to have originated when an ancient band of warriors, just before a battle long lost to history, chose to show their enemies that they could still draw their bows against them. Over time, the gesture took on more vulgar connotations, but the defiant meaning remained.
And so, as he sailed towards the black hole, Alexander twisted himself around, staring Stardust down one last time as he headed towards yet another death, and held up a single finger.
The finger between his index and ring fingers.
Yes, just before certain death, Alexander was staring down a cosmic horror of immense power and flipping it the bird.
After all, he was going to die anyway. Might as well have the last laugh before everything's said and done.
But with that little indulgence out of the way, Alexander reached the point of no return: The event horizon of the black hole. Scientists would likely kill to know of his perspective on what it was like being sucked into a black hole. For Alexander himself, it was a quick process. In an instant, he was pulled in, and everything went black once more.