Zephrun’s Imperium

I'm back with another Mistborn themed status update. (Can you tell I've been rereading the greatest trilogy ever written?) I wrote this.  Yes, I ship Lerati. Yes, you should too. Enjoy; I had a good time crafting this short piece. 

"Leras."
The misty god stopped in place, bracing himself. It was now, the moment he'd been dreading for two thousand years. "Ati..." He closed his eyes, turning his head to the floor, a hand coming to rest on his shoulder. 
"You look terrible."
Leras stiffened. He had been expecting censure from his old partner, but the gentleness was somehow worse. "You say that as though you had nothing to do with it," he snapped, meeting Ati's eyes. 
Another thousand years couldn't have possibly prepared him for that sight. 
Red haired and almost as short as Leras himself, Ati wore robes of black and gold. Too many memories... too many memories of that face. Leras had to turn away again, lest they overwhelm him. 
"It was your choice to lock me away and spread yourself so thin. You brought this upon yourself."
Fists clenched. "You speak of choice, but what else was I to do? You would destroy all that we worked for!"
"Endings are inevit-"
"Don't recite your speech to me, I know your justifications quite well." Leras folded his arm, scowling. They'd had this conversation a million times over, what was it worth? Nothing. He awaited Ati's retort. 
"And you? Given your way, you would see this world at a standstill, held in one moment forever. Life is only beautiful because it ends. Things that don't change might as well be dead. We want the same thing, really."
"Neither of us can convince the other, Ati. I've given up trying to persuade you, you would be wise to do the same."
Ati sighed. "I just thought," he said, "I would give you one more chance. I don't want to kill you, Leras."
"I know..." 
"For what it may be worth, I am... sorry." 
Ati tried to take Leras's hand, but Leras pulled his hand away, tears beginning to burn in his eyes. "Leave," he whispered. And Ati left.