—+ possible. That was enough.
The Titan would only exhale slowly as he slipped down to sit upon the step of a cabin he had come upon, not as a conqueror celebrating victory, but as a weary farmer finally laying down his tools.
And for the first time in his long life he rested.
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The war was won, the survivors had accepted defeat. Half of existence had simply... ceased.
For the first time in centuries, the burden upon his shoulders felt lighter. The six stones embedded within the Infinity Gauntlet —+
—+ landscape. Thanos turned toward it, watching the sky burn with colors untouched by war. The universe would heal. It would thrive.
Perhaps one day, generations yet unborn would live lives free from hunger and suffering, never knowing the hand that made their existence —+
“. . . Ballocks. Ya’ missed out on the Scottish lifestyle. Well. . . not great in our shoes but a great fuckin’ lifestyle for others. We get the shit-end of tha’ stick.”