“I saw…a painfully bright light…” Silence paused, thinking as to how he will explain what followed; it wasn’t something you could experience through words…
“ARE YOU OKAY SIR!? PLEASE HAVE A SEAT! MY CUSHIONS ARE THE HIGHEST QUALITY AND ACTUALLY EASE SEASICKNESS!” Mopan valiantly exclaimed.
“I-I,” Silence tried to intervene.
“THAT PARTICULAR CUSHION WAS ACTUALLY THE TROPHY FROM A WRESTLING MATCH! NEEDLESS TO SAY, I WAS VICTORIOUS! I MEAN, LOOK AT THE PRIZE!” Mopan gestures gallantly towards a large golden pillow…it looks uncomfortable.
“It’s…big.” Silence was somewhat relieved that he was changing the subject he was here, on the ship…but he was…also somewhere else. He was experiencing so much of the world, the shadow, life, death, all at once. Suddenly, everything made sense.
“I’m…HAH!” Silence was elated, he felt powerful! He felt as if no one could stop him. The world was his, if he wanted it. Silence, however, has other plans for this gift.
Silence thought a moment, “…Mopan.”
“YES! ANYTHING YOU WANT!” Mopan was genuinely concerned. He has never met another fighter worthy of challenge, let alone one that was his equal. They were…friends? At least as close as you can be to friends without an official statement. Rivals, perhaps.
Silence smiled at Mopan.
“You’d better start practicing for our match, if you want a chance.”