<Damnit! Noooooooooo!> Matt's last thoughts were clear, seeing his end through Gintama's eyes. He was glad, though, to have done his last deed, but it was over. The first rocks hit him, and it hurt. It hurt so bad, bones shattered, his pelvis amongst the first, before one hit him on the head, the it went black.
The sounds of a few stones falling echoed around the area of the hearth, the only light source this deep, was the only sound around the resting place of Matt. It was peaceful, belying the kind of end one had here. The body was already beginning to decay, nothing was really left for rigor mortis to really take hold, the bones shattered, the skull crushed. It was an unrecognisable pile of meat and bone in amongst the rock, only a hand that made it through the portal remained on top of the rocks.
The air changed, a draft from high up reached the bottom. A healing glow reached the bottom and the parts that used to constitute Matt glowed, slowly from a dull yellow to a bright white. Then, they were gone, the rocks miles down moving to accommodate the missing space. On top of the rocks, the body was reformed, a still Matt laid on the ground, outside the hearth's influence. A light greater appeared next to him, seemingly touching his arm, an energy transfer from the source to the body.
His consciousness and mind began whirring, a blur in his head, but it was still black. No concrete words would form, but the questions whirring were 'am I dead?' 'What's happening?' 'Is everyone ok?'
Then his mind formed an image, blurred and vague. What he saw was beautiful. A face with white wings as broad as 3 metres from end to end. <An... an angel? Taking me to... heaven?>
As his consciousness began to fade once again, a voice, sweet to hear and kind to the core, spoke softly to his mind:
''Your time has not yet come, young one. You will carry on.''
He calmly, relaxed, started to fall back into unconsciousness. But this time, he was sleeping, waiting to wake up wherever it would be. He felt the safest he had ever felt, like the times when his mom used to tuck him in, nostalgic and secure.
''You will see them again.'' Then the voice faded and it was gone.
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