War did not look away, did not flinch as she watched the color fade from Jamie’s eyes. Fascinated the Horseman knew what this was and a small part of her laughed still. This was the New God’s true face…chasing away all the color, all things that made life bright and unpredictable. He didn’t like to stop anymore then War or her brothers did.
She had always liked him for that.
Except now he was in her head. Digging through thoughts, memories and feelings that stretched back long before human creation. She tried to fight, to bury, to pull away and shut down but it was impossible. He was everywhere and she was a Horseman without a horse.
Infinity, the thought of a world that went on forever. If there was no end then she had no purpose. War did not mind being tool. What she couldn't stand what she was scared of was never being used.
No, no, no.
That would never happen. Couldn't happen. It had to end. It would end.
Or did it?
For the first time in War's existence she begin to doubt.