3rd Life ended with two people from the same alliance the only two survivors left. The cruel twist of fate that that was was just painfully glorious, a wonderful ending...but what if Last Life ends differently?
What if the final pair of Last Life are two people who just don't know each other at all? Whose alliances never had any kind of meaningful conflict, who weren't friends or enemies, who barely even talked beyond a quick greeting or a suspicious passing on the road... Now all that's left. Each forced to look into the eyes of this person who they only really know by association and decide whether they should be the one to draw blood first.
Take Scott and Mumbo, for example. One man hidden away in an underground stronghold for the majority of the game, just focusing on protecting his resources and single ally and rebuilding between the inevitable waves of destruction, watching the world go by with detached friendliness and a vague sense of dread for the day it will run him down. The other, a newcomer to this vicious cycle, having started out completely unaware of how bad things would get and only just catching his breath after somehow propelling himself through the blazing chaos and out the other side, more blood on his hands by now than he ever thought he was capable of and every friend he thought more cautious or skilled than him now fallen cold and dead by the wayside. Now, it's just him...and Scott. Him...and Mumbo.
And there would be absolutely nothing to say.
What could you say, to the person you just went through hell with but only at arm's length? What could you say, knowing all that's left is to close that gap with a blade, but not even knowing the other person well enough to know if they will fight or fear or curse your name or cry?
Maybe they would get to know each other first. Maybe, in that scenario, they would make some awkward small talk, or try to start an argument to throw a blanket of anger over the bare fact that the killing would be so senseless and mundane...or maybe they would just do it in silence. I'll draw my sword. You draw yours. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not. I'd say I've been waiting for this moment, but I wouldn't mean it.
I don't know. I just think that would be its own kind of tragedy in itself.