The dust settled as wireframes flickered and faded away, and Balance stood over a still form. He winced. Another dead by his hand. He shuddered faintly as he felt the lines continue to spread across and through his body. He did not have much time before they consumed him completely. He bent over and carefully removed the motivator from the body. A swirl of lines, and it was reduced to dust and fragments. The wire frame lines, which now made up over half of his body, began to fade from the bright blue that they had been during the fight. His eyes, one still human, found Markus.
"Give my cloak to Demaren Technotic," he said in a clear voice. "He is the one you robbed. Also, give him the message 'Balance is dead, but the motivator is gone as well'." He grimaced as the lines advanced suddenly, creeping up his face. He fumbled at his belt, detaching a purse and tossing it to him. " There's something like 5,000 Crysts worth in there, though you might get a better deal on some of those rare coins." He coughed as blackness began to creep along the edges of his vision. "You can learn control, but you must learn acceptance." He smiled faintly. "You should also probably get some help for your multiple personalities." Blackness consumed his vision, and he was no more. On the street, his cloak and clothing fell, nothing remaining within to support them.
Balance opened his eyes, and looked down on Alleyplanet. He was dead. Finally. He looked and saw Alleycity, with the worldspike in the center, and a storm brewing on the horizon.
"It will be fine without you," a voice behind him said. He turned and saw a figure made of stars and storms facing him.
"Your people wait in the Beyond. You can go in peace," the figure continued.
"Who are you?" Balance whispered hoarsely as he began to stretch. "What are you?"
"You can call me Strom." The figure replied as Balance faded away, finally free.
@Sorana