A warrior, an avenger had done justice. The world was silent, no borrowing could be observed, no rebound, no negative entropy, nothing had changed.

The warrior had brought peace, every enemy had died. The warrior was alone.

It was silent, nobody was left to raise or turn into st(e)aks. It was utterly meaningless.

A warrior breathes war, an avenger takes vengeance, but when peace comes, when justice is done, they both have no meaning.

The cold moonlight shone onto the scene, barely illuminating in comparison to all those grills, now no longer in use, but still flickering, turning the air heavy with smoke.

The end of a long grill party had come, Chaden had to acknowledge it, there was no replenishment, all his achievements, his dreams and hopes, they had to end soon.

He had not gone without injury in this fight and would expire before the sun rose the next day. There was nothing to proof to anyone beside himself, the pain was great and he wept.

The end of the world made no one a winner, maybe he was the opposite of a winner, all alone in the remains. This was his last hour, his loss, his time getting more scarce and valuable. Every passing second turned the second after it into a more valuable second, it could be felt, the rise in value and the tremendous loss growing and growing.

It was simply too much to take, too much to spend, too much to have lost.

In the growth, his pain rose, one could compare the growth of value with the growth of value in times of high economic growth. The growth was happening, because it would end, the value came from scarcity, the value came from the borosist ideal of self destruction.

Without the end of the world, there was no value increase, in fact if the world would not end, the value would drop to rock bottom - the duality of value in scarcity, the meaninglessness in infinity. The previous reactions had shown that the illusion of infinity can be easily seen through, but contrary to intuition, the reaction to the piercing of the veil is joy as the value grows.

The joy would turn into pain, if it grew too intense, that was why Chaden was crying.

This was when it was too much, this was the answer to 'How much is enough?' and 'What is a good life?', it was simply a life before this impending breakdown.

Chadens life had been good, providing an excellently horrible contrast to his sad experience.

The existence of the afterlife, devaluing his current experience was not known and thus a maximum on suffering would be achieved in this moment, first a too high value, then - rock bottom. Even though steaks had become worthless through hyperinflation, they had fought on. They did not know what else to do, the value had risen so high, someone had to keep raising it. Chaden decided that this life had to go, he would not bear the pains of a slow death, he took a sharp knife and lined it up with his flesh.

The steel point shook, Chaden tried to stop the shaking, but the pain would not relent.

He needed a clean cut, a quick way out, a simple solution.

"No!", screamed his body "I want to live!", it cried, despite the blood already flowing from several wounds that had gotten dirty. He didn't possess the strength anymore to end himself, he couldn't climb a tower and jump, he couldn't ram a knife somewhere reliably.

Underneath the grills, the last steak laid in the dirt, suffering the pain until it did not.