"So that was why Blank came into being—the shared motive between her and you. Fine, whatever I say now is irrelevant. You have six minutes left."
Beneath the starlight, Mercenary raised a hand and tapped the bare wrist of his other hand with a sunflower seed. Even without a watch there, he still remembered the time: "Though I'd also like to tell you in the tone of some overbearing CEO, 'Don't tell me what you think; I'll tell you what I think,' you know I'm not that sort of person. Unlike some people who get all fired up and make decisions for others, I prefer letting people choose for themselves."
"Is that what you always used to say? The greater the ability, the more choices one has?" Doctor Manhattan's brow twitched slightly, making the dark circles beneath his eyes seem even deeper.
"Perhaps you had a chance to choose in the past, but now... there may be only one path left. To prevent Blank from appearing after your death, I have a plan."
Mercenary was speaking when the enormous Angel Statue abruptly appeared beside them. The polished platform was large enough to accommodate a monster, even if that monster seemed to be coming for Superman.
Diana had just been about to seize her weapon and confront the monster, but Doctor Manhattan merely looked toward that "mother." With a bang, she exploded into fragments. The monster, shaped by Blank at some Time Point in the Future, was reduced to quantum particles at the present Time Point and scattered between heaven and earth.
It was much like how Rorschach had died back then. Her ashes left an angel-like outline on the ground.
After finishing that trivial matter, the blue man looked at Deathstroke. He said nothing, but Mercenary already knew his choice.