"I think of everything in my world, you'd like soft serve the most. Or maybe ice cream. I dunno which you'd prefer, but," Flint smiled to his side, a glint of pain winking out in his dark eyes. "I just know you'd love them both."
His voice gave away to silence. Flint adjusted in his seated position and looked back out to the Sea of Simulation before him, where the waves crashed silently into sandy pixels of land.
"But I know, more than anything, I need to take you to watch a sunset or a sunrise at the beach. It's... indescribable. And the feeling of the warm light on your skin," Flint continued, only pausing briefly to wipe a hand at his eye. "It's like a tight loving hug."
He sniffled and sat up straighter as the silence grew even more pronounced at his side, obviously trying not to cry.
"I mean, there would be so much to show you, I wouldn't even know where to start," he laughed weakly. "So I guess it's ok just to talk about theoreticals for now."
His hand gently rested on Rinzler's identity disc where it laid on the ground. The only thing that proved Rinzler ever existed at all.
"After all," Flint whispered through broken sobs, clenching his hand onto what remained of his counter part. "We have nothing but theoreticals left for both of us now..."
