Was he? He had been so many things over the years. So many incarnations. But this was a choice, it was not forced upon him. They had made that clear. “Will I still be… me?” Air landed atop his shoulder, stroking his cheek with a tiny, slender hand. “You will always be you, Stone.” He nodded. “Then do it.” Fire roared, filling the gargantuan cavern with his orange, incendiary glow. Then let us begin. Let us take the weapon of our enemy and turn it against them. *** The laughter came out in desperate fits of giggles. They knew it was madness, but the more they tried to hold it in, the harder it threatened to burst out.
