I think Flux had expected his death to be greeted with cheers and celebrations. He knows the moment Saps kills him would be the moment true union between islands is achieved. So Flux refused to simply drop dead. No, him and his ego that could defy death thrice didnāt have it in himself to just give up, let that blade of Sapsā pierce right through his heart. Even when Saps is the better fighter out of the two, Flux is stubborn and he refused to lose even when he could feel his breath getting heavier, his knees weak, and vision blurry. They would be so equally matched that Saps would hysterically think to himself: āwhy isnāt this guy fucking dead yet.ā
His ego wouldnāt let him, but then I think a small part of Flux never wanted to die either. No. Even when he lost everything except for Thomas (God, what will Thomas do without him now), Flux refused to simply die, so he kept moving even with the unbearable amount of pain in his body.
Their battle ends not with Saps victoriously holding Flux in his hold, a sword to his chest, but with Saps and Flux on different sides of the colosseumāsilently staring at one another. Saps looked awful, Flux worse.
Regaining what was left of his strength back, Saps ran forward, blade drawn and ready to once again start the duel. But Flux didnāt moveāwell, he did, but not in the way Saps expect. Flux didnāt start charging back with those angry violet eyes, not did he prepare to block and dodge; all Flux did was let his shoulders sag, sword dropped to the ground with a loud clang, and fall on his knees.
Thousands of questions appeared in Saps head, but one look at the unmoving body clear it all. Flux was dead, it was the only answer that could explain his silence, because Saps knew Flux would fight until his body dropped. He was sure he heard another pair of weapon being dropped to the ground and the sound of someone weeping, but Saps couldnāt care less about it at the moment. He did care about the motionless kneeling body however.
Approaching Flux, now lifeless, Saps could finally see the amount of damage he had done. His friendās usual pristine and clean uniform is now bathed in his own blood, lips chapped and pale, eyes devoid of any hint of emotion. It was a tragic look.
So Saps gently cradled Fluxās body into his arm, laying him down on the Colosseum floor, and closes the latterās eyes. There was no roar of applause nor was there a heroic standoff that ended with Saps holding a bloodied sword through Fluxās chest. Just pure silence, a heavy heart, and a weep coming from the spectator.
Or, the concept of Fluxās death being from blood loss and not a stab to the gut.








