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Fate and Destiny.

Two things you loathed with a passion. Though both were similar they meant different things, they were the inevitability of an outcome.

To which you'd say fuck it. Why should some unknown force decide your own life for you? Who's to say you're done?

Certainly not either of those. You'd be damned if your journey ended here.

The solemn and tear-filled faces of your companions remained etched into your mind, each unbelieving of what had happened and each trying to cope with it in their own way.

You never took Abbacchio for the crying type, that was for sure and just hearing the others cry out in denial broke you to pieces.

This wasn't the end.

Cracking your eyes open a bright satin white ceiling met your gaze, the golden glass light fixture above stuck out as eerily familiar, yet at the same time vastly different. Sitting up you came to the conclusion that you were laying amongst a bed, the blankets of which also struck a chord of familiarity.

The room was filled with a still silence, not much noise came from outside nor inside save for the sound of your ever quickening heartbeat. The windows curtains were pulled apart framing them while what was seen past the glass appeared to be nothing but a white vastness.

No real ending.

Pushing off the bed and standing to your feet, your eyes lingered across everything the room had, it appeared to have been an exact replica of the one you grew up in yet all the pictures scattered around your pristine white desk were replaced by moment you'd shared with the team. The first few being images of when you first met the group, a timid version of yourself displayed in each photo gradually showing your growth as an individual.

It was bittersweet to say the least.

"Why." The words left your lips before you could even process them and it felt silly speaking to yourself in a place like this, though when a voice you did not recognize responded did you realize you weren't as alone as you'd initially assumed.

"Why what?" Snapping your head around to face who'd spoke, your eyes fell upon the form of a woman. Her face was muddled and hard to make out but familiar golden whisps and particles collected around her making up her form.

"Why...am I here? And who are you?" Turning your whole body to face the mysterious dust woman an uproarious laughter bubbled up through her throat, the woman almost folding over from how strong it was.

"Who am I? You're hilarious (Y/N), has it been that long since you've seen the full form of your stand?" Returning quickly back to her tall stature she could see your eyes nearly bulge out from their sockets.

You didn't recall your stand looking this put together, or being able to speak nonetheless.

"But to answer your second question, you're here to make a choice." Drifting over the rooms fuzzy carpet and taking a seat along the side of the bed she let out a hum eyeing you through her peripheral. Now that she'd turned you could make out a denser patch of gold attached to her back leading you to assume they were wings or something of the sort.

"A choice?" Quirking a brow and crossing your arms over one another you stared down at the stand still wary of what was happening, this whole thing didn't make any sense.

"A choice to remain there and help them-" A hand was motioned off towards the desk filled with photographs, "Or what could possibly be your end game." Seeing that you were somewhat following she added on, "You've heard of the arrow right? I mean it's why you were at the colosseum in the first place." A faint nod was given on your part urging her to continue. "The arrow has the ability to unlock a user's inner ability or as the others have stated a stands potential."

Explaining that she moved to cup her hands together, the twinkles of gold wrapped tightly together before bursting apart displaying the very thing your team was after- albeit just the arrow head that is. "Arrows that break have a chance to end up here, the reason of which I'm unsure of. But just like the ones out there they decide who's worthy." Standing back up from the bed she faced you even if her features were unreadable.

"You can have the chance to help your friends again and be strong enough to anchor those who have passed on back to their rightful bodies. You can right wrongs that were never meant to happen!" The tone of voice used grew louder and louder as she approached now looking over you, the shadow of a smile could be picked out from her expression.

"What do you mean those who've passed on?" Picking up on something she's said Valkyrie stepped back letting out a deep breath.

"That man, Bucciarati that you're so fond of- He's been gone since the church. A soul piloting a body. We didn't make it in time, but his determination led him to be with the team even now." Holding out the arrowhead she spoke once more. "If you want to right the wrong then this will be your only chance."

"But be warned. If the arrow rejects you it is out of my hands, you and I will both be gone from this world. Leaving nothing more than memories."

Your heart began thumping rabidly against the inside of your ribcage, everything she's said swam around inside your head clouding whatever thoughts you had prior. But when it came to what she was asking, your mind was already made up.

"If I am accepted..I can go back?" Reaching out and taking hold of what was left of the arrow's wooden rod you twisted it in hand, the item itself was something you could touch but it appeared to take on a partially transparent look. If not for the weight of it you would've assumed it was your imagination playing tricks on you.

"Yes. But I won't be the same." Beginning with that she once again stepped over. "You will have limitations to your new abilities of course, but you'll be stronger."

"Will I actually be able to fi-" "Easy there tiger, I said you'll be stronger as in a stronger support. Your soul has already decided itself that you were no a fighter." Cutting off what you were going to say she let out a faint giggle before stepping aside.

"It's entirely your choice (Y/N)."

Tracing the arrows edge with your eyes and nibbling on the skin of your lower lip you pondered over everything. It wasn't a recurring thing for someone to come back from the dead, but perhaps you could be an exception to that. Your death was unfair- unexpected. It was something nobody saw coming and you yourself didn't have time to react.

But you knew what you had to do. The tears shed by your teammates and everything they've been through gave you enough of an answer.

Turning to face your stand, you gave an affirmative nod clutching the arrowhead tightly before pointing it and thrusting the tip towards her. The golden particles of dust bounced between the metal and surrounding air while a smile overtook your standing face.

One you could actually see.

"Take him to the moon for me, okay?"

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Y/N's stand waiting for her arrival:

Now I know everyone's dreading the end of this arc- But have no fear because I wrote filler chapters! We are currently 80/101 chapters done HAHA