“CAUSE OF DEATH―”
“SOLITUDE.”
Thresh curls his fingers into his palms; smoke seeps between the phalanges, and wisps of fire die as he makes fists. The already quiet whispering from the lantern ceases entirely. Complete silence, interrupted only by his voice, venomous as always.
“All the power in the cosmos will not stop you from dying alone. You can flatten stars beneath your heel and incinerate your enemies intensely enough to leave no byproduct behind, but when it is all gone, what is left for you?
Destruction is a lovely thing, but only when creation can follow in its wake. Too much of it will leave its followers suspended in the void, with nothing remaining to exist for. Seems like a fairly boring final fate, don’t you think?
Or perhaps you are one of those people who believes that sort of outcome is cool. To each their own, I suppose.”
