I don't want to struggle trying to figure out what's wrong

The ground was a place he'd never spent much of his life on. It was a thing he found disgusting, filled with the failures of the world. He'd always looked to the stars instead, there was a plan up in those twinkling lights. A purpose for the world to follow. That's what mattered to him, the purpose he played in the great plan.

Perhaps that's why he was who he was. The pain felt like a fire, he'd fought not one magi after the next and when they sought to leave he'd kept up the aggression. That's what he was, tenacious, proud.

His hand came up to cover his face, the blood was coming now. He could hear the world hazy as he slid back to touch the ear he'd lost. It was a marring on his features, one that he'd worry about if he didn't know what he was facing.

Yet, he heard enough. His gaze shifted upwards as he pushed himself out of dirt. It was getting harder to breath, and his vision was marred by blood. He spit up a mess as he look towards the origin of those strikes.

"Charlotte? If you're going to kill me at-least choose a better reason than a half-insane jester who I spoke to twice." It was just hard to really be called out for someone who'd attacked him.

Yet still he took a few breaths, then with a shove upwards he slid onto his knees. It took all of his will to do so. Yet, he'd make the effort.

"Ahaha, be happy Cameo. In all my years in this city? I'm the only Noble I've ever met…" He'd never cared for the others. Those few who did anything did it out of a selfish greed. The rest sat and did nothing. None understood the design. "Well, if I had to choose a place the home of my ancestors would have be high upon the list."

The man wasn't going to beg or cry or plead. He'd face the future for what it was. His part of the plan, his role. Perhaps this was what it took for the Order to move against it's enemies?

No, he knew they'd continue to hide inside the walls with all there wonderous powers and do nothing. The Pellaux's eyes close as he turned his gaze towards the sky. He didn't need them to see what he wished to.

Far within the sky was the constellation of Opiuchus and within it his star. Rasalhague, the place where his soul would rest.