RaN: "Alright, I'm back! Shit's awesome now!"
I pat around my chest and arms to make sure everything's still there... I think I'm okay. I don't think anything's broken or missing. But something just doesn't feel quite right.
I take out my knife. NaR's face stares back in my reflection.
NaR: "Surprised?"
I get spooked when I see my own decomposed corpse standing behind me.
NaR: "Fucking Connor didn't bring you back from the dead. He just switched our bodies and turned me into a walking corpse."
RaN: "Fine with me I guess. I don't think there would've been another way for me to come back."
I look down at my left hand. The bracelet is still there, just a little banged up.
NaR: "Kill me."
RaN: "What?"
NaR: "I don't want to be a fucking ghost. Just shoot me and get it over with."
RaN: "... If that's what you want."
I shake NaR's hand.
RaN: "It was nice knowing you."
A bolt of energy fires from my bracelet, engulfing NaR in flames. He gives me the one finger salute before letting himself die. The fire reduces his body to embers that scatter in the wind.
I check my gear. I've got a Colt Python with about 50 spare rounds, an M4A1 with an underslung shotgun, a lightsaber, a knife, and a banjo.
RaN: "What the fuck was he doing with a banjo?"
I toss the banjo in the fire and sit down. I look up into the night sky. It's a beautiful Mojave night.
I close my eyes and fall asleep.