Epilogue

“Let the bodies hit the floor then I guess,” Past, the only Past, smirked, chuckled, and thankfully for himself, didn't remorse,

“So it doesn't bother you either then?” Dante scoffed, downing his beer-- thankful for only the booze at the moment,

“All's a dick, Kill's a bitch,” Past chugged the remainder of his beer and smiled half heartedly when it shattered into the trashcan it was thrown at, “Thank nothing that only one part of me ever liked her,” Past stood up, finally removing himself from the sofa of Dante's abandoned living room, and headed to grab another beer from the fridge,

“Guess you're right,” Dante scratched his chin, acting as if he was actually thinking about anything other then more booze, “But Kill said some pretty interesting shit towards the end there,” his drunken stupor had allowed him to talk more freely, cutting loose from the psychologist crap,

“Who ca-----res?” Past retreated back to his seat on the sofa and stretched out lazily, “It's just me, you, Present, and the booze now...” he smiled and, with a dreamy look, stared up to the ceiling, “Nothing matters to me, I say we let the people run wild, maybe give them some raining beer, loosen 'em up a bit,”

Dante leaned back, “You're damn right,” he snickered like a teenager first discovering sex, “Off with the head of logic!”