"By the way, Big Gray, does your Endless family have any plans for the Future?"
While sitting invisible in a burial chamber within the mausoleum and drinking with Kitty, Deathstroke suddenly felt his nose itch. He quickly moved the bottle away, turned aside and sneezed, then asked Dream of a Thousand Cats about something else, as though trying to conceal the fact that his nose was running.
With his physical condition, it was impossible for him to catch a cold. So someone must have been talking about him behind his back? Who could it be?
"We don't really have any plans for the Future, at least not that I know of, meow. We just take things one day at a time."
The cat in a child-sized Spider-Man costume sat cross-legged on the floor beside him, a tiny wine cup still held in its paw.
"After all, for us Dreams, the Future is far too broad. When the first living creature appeared in the universe, Dream existed. So let me ask you something, Slade. When the last living creature in the universe disappears, will all the dreams they once had disappear as well?"
"Probably not. Stories are traces left behind by lives that once existed." Su Ming gave his answer without much thought. At least, that was how he saw it from the Sorcerer Supreme's perspective.
"Exactly. Even if All Things Return to Nothingness truly happens someday, and The Void devours everything, as long as you are alive and can still Dream, you will continue to see me. And because of that, I will endure forever."
The cat seemed rather happy as it said this. Its tail swished in a circle like a cowboy spinning a lasso.
"But I'm not a cat." Seeing how adorable it was, Su Ming could not