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Ion walked through Clock Town. Everything he's learned of the town's indicated nothing that could help him live forever. Even the clock tower in the center of town couldn't help, though some rumors and such indicate it might have some other mystical uses.

People walked through the streets, doing their daily chores. Ion continued on with the chore he started so long ago.

To become immortal he's made so many sacrifices. The ability to feel happiness was one of those. No rush of joy would accompany meeting old friends. Nothing he ate would taste good, or remind him of times long gone.

Of course he can still think. Think endlessly of everyone he's ever killed to achieve his ends. Ends everyone he's ever met has perceived as selfish.

In killing them he robbed them of everything they could have been. Countless years of life he stole, hopefully adding up to the day he could never die.

Then he could solve everything.

But should he die, all those lives he stole would go to waste, and he would be nothing more than the lowest scum of the planet.

He thought of this. He thought of this every time he engaged someone in a fight. Should he lose, he'd mean nothing, nothing but his murders.

Should he succeed, he'd mean the same. Until he'd succeed in his never ending chore.

This town meant nothing to him. Just a useless town with nothing to help him accomplish his goal. No one here could help him.

No one he's ever met could help him.

So he kept walking. Walking right out of town. He stole a horse. The owner could was now him. He rode his horse off into the distance, to find another town, another place, one which could help him.

He thought of Grace. She was the only person who ever cared for him. Why? He couldn't answer. She was gone now. The days seemed different now. They drift together endlessly. He can't tell them apart.

An ion, he had learned, is the smallest thing that exists. It can either have something more than it should, or something less.

Ion thought, this description suits his life well. Perhaps his mother named him. He had heard things about her, how she could speak to spirits. Maybe she had a bit of precognition as well.

If so, what will he become? Something more, something immortal. A creature without distraction who could right all wrongs with no fear for it's own safety?

Or something less, a pitiful creature who never truly lived, sacrificing it's morality on a quest that would end in failure?

Ion thought of this as he rode.