Someone Dies

Mark just didn't have the power anymore...He fell flat on his back as the tendrils were cut and his punch failed. In that same moment he could feel the Hope within Pacific reach a maximum! Mark apparently hadn't failed altogether; his hope was inspiring him, Pacific's last few moments were...peaceful. However, that's not what the teen wanted, not at all, he needed to SAVE his friend. It would seem the ring knew this was an impossibility, a fact it's wearer had not come to terms with yet and then as Milo drew his last breath, his hope, in fact,all his emotion drew from his body and there was nothing.

During that same moment, Mark had thrown up another quick shield. This time a round spartan shield made to absorb impact, but upon Mr. Pacific's death...The Blue Lantern lost all will to fight and all hope to stop his former leader's death. The cracks formed within the shield showing his weakness before the sword even struck and as Omega's blade went through it, the last 4% of Mark's ring capacity was utilized just to keep from being pierced by the blade as yet another crater was dug into the floor in the shape around TL's body. Is, is this it...Pacific...He's dead? And now I-I'm gonna die. My failure...My hope, it wasn't strong enough, it wasn't enough for both of us.

As the Nighthawk contemplated these thoughts he laid there defeated with no aura protecting him anymore and tears in his eyes, but they seemed unable to fall from his face. "I'm sorry...I-I *sniffle* I'm so sorry I couldn't help you...That I was too weak to stop this..." Mark seemed delirious, no longer even perceiving the threat in front of him, but just seemed to be soul searching for Privateer's essence...Although, he knew he could not find it.

"The ring wouldn't work for the likes of you anyway...It operates off hope. Not despair...You are a creature devoid of true empathy. But even now, I know this ring is a curse, because it forces me...No it compels me...to forgive even you, because there might still be hope, even for a ruthless creature like yourself." Mark says weakly, he wanted to hate, he wanted this guy to burn, but could not and he was actually wrong. It wasn't because of the ring, it was because of...Mark; he was truly incorruptible at heart, and thus is why he was chosen in the first place to wield such power. He laid weakly now, with the emotion faded from his body, but his heart still sparked with hope.

Mark couldn't move...he was too weak. NO! He wasn't weak, but his body was too destroyed to move. His heart beat strong though; fueled by so many emotions right now. All intensified as he had to look into his leader's eyes as he was tossed onto him. It was a moment that would scar Mark Rowan's life forever...So paralyzing that as he faded to black, he could not help but feel his soul become paralyzed by fear, hate, and greed; a greed for vengeance. However, upon him passing into a state that resembled a coma. Something shown bright in the darkness...It was Pacific glowing blue with hope. The very look upon his face showed he was in peace. Mark then began to feel hope again, the hope that Mr. Pacific passed into the next life with no regrets and a keen embrace of fate. "Goodbye, Milo. I'll see you again someday."

OT: Funeral thread for Privateer?

OOC: Yeah, that'd be appropriate.