The Void was different this time. He felt reduced back into nothingness, and yet he was conscious. He was supposed to be erased from existence, he was meant to disappear. That is how dying worked. Instead it was cozy, warm and safe. It was all those things he abhorred, but it didn't mean it was bad. His fragment was still lingering in some realm he couldn’t fathom. It didn’t make any sense. He had been destroyed.