The lighter belonged to SEBASTIEN. The sniper with the ghost’s eyes. The man who pulled the trigger without breathing.
He exhales. For once, there’s no quip. No explosion waiting.
Sebastien, perched on a crane, wind slicing his hood. He doesn’t look at Xander. Just whispers into comms: "Don’t miss me, brother. Miss the shot." The lighter belonged to SEBASTIEN
The Ghost’s Goodbye / ಭೂತದ ವಿದಾಯ (Bhūtada Vidāya)
For Sebastien. The fastest finger. The quietest goodbye. He exhales
Xander stands. Pours cheap whiskey onto the concrete. A Kannada ritual he learned from a fallen friend in Bengaluru.
He tosses the lighter into the rain. It hits the ground. No explosion. Just silence. Sebastien, perched on a crane, wind slicing his hood
(to the night) Fight’s not the same without the ghost. But I’ll carry your scope in my ribs. Always.