"Well?"
"Shut up," Dimentio murmured. This wasn't funny anymore. "There is no other option."
"But if you'd only-"
"YOU'RE DEAD!" He screamed. "GONE! Along with you and your miserable world!"
The voice changed again. "That's not true! If you'd look around, you'd see the beauty of the world." A pause. "The one you destroyed."
"Beauty," He laughed. "Beauty in what? Misery? If you'd look around, then you'd get a glimpse of-"
"Is it really so beautiful? Look around you."
He did. Up above him was the evening sky; the sun had just set over the horizon. All around him; everything his own creation. And she was asking him...
"Give it all up?" He shook his head. "Everything I've worked so hard for? Never."
"...But think about it," The voice said, changing yet again. "The world before was...yes, it had its miserable parts, but think of all the good that it had. Picture anything. How can this...this...this..whatever, compare?"
"I can think of nothing."
The voice changed. "And you know what?" He felt something tap him on the shoulder, and he twisted around. Nothing was there. "I'm sorry that you can't think that way.
Dimentio was quiet. Then he said,
"And do you know what I think?"
Neither voice responded.
"...I think you need to go."
"Don't...please don't..."
"No."
"There's one thing your 'perfect world' doesn't have, Dimentio." Both of them were speaking in unison.
He scowled. "What?"
"DON'T FORGET ME!"
Only one voice spoke.
"You know what."
Dimentio stood there for the longest time, then finally turned around. In the middle of the field of flowers, out of all the different colors..there was only one white.
He shivered, then ripped the rose out of the ground.
"Nothing. I don't know. Because. There. Is. Nothing.
He giggled, them threw the flower down and stomped on it.
"Everything is just perfect."