He was now in a vast, blank white space, watching his life flash before his eyes.
But this flash of his life was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
Supposedly, just before someone died, all their memories would flash before their eyes, and then they would croak.
His, however, was more like a movie, the kind with a progress bar he could drag backward and forward himself.
Most importantly, after his life had finished flashing before his eyes, he apparently still had not died. He remained in that blank white space, with nothing changing.
Huh?
Something wasn't right.
But with nothing else to do, Kahn could only drag the progress bar back and forth and watch it a few more times, still feeling rather moved.
His experiences over these few years alone had been far more exciting than his entire previous life put together.
After watching several times, he grew a little bored. As Kahn kept dragging the bar, he unwittingly dragged it to the very last moment, when he had faced off against Azula.
He watched in silence. After an unknown stretch of time, he suddenly let out a long sigh:
"Ahh-"
"It's just that my death was way too melodramatic. Straight out of a third-rate novel."
"What does melodramatic mean?"
"Whoa-!"
The sudden voice gave Kahn a terrible fright. He turned and saw Guru Pathik, who had appeared beside him at some point, looking at him with a broad smile.
Kahn said in astonishment:
"Guru Pathik? Is that really you? You're not an illusion?"
Guru Pathik chuckled:
"I don't think I'm an illusion, unless your longing for me has reached its absolute peak."
"Ugh, that's making me a little sick."
Goosebumps rose all over Kahn, and he made a show of wanting to throw up. Still, this