The Final Question

[Strazio Rockwell]

Isaac frowned, his dry lips carving deep ruts into his wrinkled face. He could have her back, he could have Melanie back. The past three years of blood, sweat, and tears would finally pay off and he would be able to see his betrothed again.

This was wonderful!

It was fantastic!

But then why did this feel so wrong?

“Forgive me, but your Omniverse is a monstrosity of violence,” Isaac spoke “I don't want you to bring Melanie here, but rather somewhere else outside of this machination of hatred and brutality where she can live a peaceful happy life without the constant threat of violence looming over her head.”

The old man clenched his bloodstained hand, forcing small flecks of dried blood to float harmlessly to the bright white floor. He spoke carefully, but he did not speak without conviction “I do not care if I'm allowed to follow her, I just want to know that she is safe and happy. Are you able to do that Omni? Can you fix an old man's mistake?”