A/N: SMTIV belongs to Atlus.

"I give-up," said Flynn as an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and depression coursed through his body. "I just don't care . . ."

"Then you wish to turn all to naught?" asked one of the White sentience of the human will. They waited in rapt anticipation.

"No, I just don't care to exist." said Flynn tiredly. I'm sick of all this. The Eastern Kingdom of Mikado, Tokyo, the world; I don't want to deal with any of this shit anymore. Let them do as they wish; I just can't anymore . . .

"What is your choice?" asked White Issachar in a firm tone that brooked no room for argument. They all stared at him with demanding eyes. Demands, demands, demands . . . whether to uphold organized rules or to struggle for your own choices. There is always something demanded of you. I just can't bring myself to care anymore. I just want out!

"I choose to not care." said Flynn simply. He shrugged his shoulders feeling morbid indifference. "I don't want to have anything to do with any of you or those other two. I just don't want to bother with anything."

"It would appear . . ." began White Hugo, "that we erred in selecting you to make this decision. Our patience has been wasted."

"We shall cast you aside," said White Isabeau, "so that others may be shown and presented the choice of saving all lives in all possible worlds."

"You are unfit for even the Forest to hold you," said White K, "thus we shall cast you into the endless pit of space-time to vanish into naught."

"Vanish, our Fifth son," said White Issachar. "into the empty void of possibilities . . ."

Slowly, they disappeared before his very eyes. He felt a strong tug as everything around him began to flash in blinding light. Flynn found himself drifting through a white circular corridor that was devoid of anything else. Soon blinding flashes of light seemed to illuminate all his surroundings. He was confused what was going on before his mind shifted back to total indifference.

Heaviness began to build throughout his body as his movements and thoughts became sluggish. He yawned in reaction to the sudden exhaustion. He felt his hair come loose for some odd reason. His hair swayed freely in the air as if from a cool breeze. Soon, his outer blue jacket vanished. Flynn became vaguely aware that his shoes, his belt, his sword, his white shirt, and his pants were slowly vanishing into nothingness. He felt a breeze where his nether regions were previously covered. He closed his eyes and willfully ignored everything in an attempt to forget about it all.

"Master, please re-cccccccoooonnnsssiiiiiiiidedededede –" Burroughs voice abruptly vanished. Flynn vaguely thought of how similar her death was to Pluto's.

All that remained was a quaint solitude. The blinding white light enveloped him in all his nakedness. Flynn felt his entire being leave him and accepted his non-existence. He just couldn't bring himself to care about anything . . .

Death was its own merciful reward . . .