Bat closed his eyes.
So this was it, then. He hadn't been enough. He'd never be, now. At least he'd had a good run. 2876 to 4110. 1234 pages.
Scud, had it really been that long? He'd lived for more than a quarter of the life of the whole thread, only to die here. Had it been worth that living? Enough to balance out the way he died?
You'll remember me, won't you? He called to the universe, out to the stars he could barely see, and to those who lived beyond them. You'll remember who I was? My name, at least?
Even though he died a failure?
He wished the post would end already. How much longer would he be forced to exist in this limbo? How long could a post last? Probably as long as his Author wanted.
He supposed he had to just wait. He felt like he should do something special with this extra time, just to commemorate the occasion--- after all, people only died once. But what was there to do? He looked down at himself, then up at Rebus, trying to think.
Nothing moved, or at least that's how it felt. He considered running away before he turned completely into nanomachines, but somewhere deep inside him, he realized that would break the strange spell he seemed to be under.
Well, he wouldn't make that mistake. If he was going to die, it would be on his terms.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, despite most of one leg being nanomachines, and thought hard. Only one thing came to him--- nanomachines wouldn't do. He would not become tools to this man who had taken Tam out of the narrative, planned to rule the Thread, and was now killing him.
He stood up again, feeling strangely renewed. Funny, that he should feel the most alive right before he was going to die. Maybe, just maybe, Dylan Thomas had it right. Maybe he should have tried harder, found some clever way out.
Or maybe that time was now.
At any rate, he knew there would never be a better time to die.
Bat dissolved into a shower of blinding light--- a cloud of flickering fireflies. They drifted outward, into the rock around them. Several of them drifted into Rebus and the others surrounding, vanishing into nothing.
One singular firefly winked out of the Thread altogether.