Thomas’ room was quiet as Logan’s host remained curled up in his bed fast asleep,
his chest gently rose and fell in tune with the near-silent ticking of his bedside clock. The cold breeze of the air conditioning ruffled Logan’s still damp air, as he stood there completely frozen not daring to make even the slightest move towards Thomas much less to do what he had come to do.
It was like all of time stood still in that one moment, as he stared down at his host who was sleeping peacefully not even aware of the two sides that were standing there. They had never dared to appear to Thomas when he wasn’t fully conscious and aware, but to do so now…it felt almost surreal, like it was nothing more than a dream that he was taking part in.
He would have stood there for longer hade Despair not been there to there to snap him out of it with the firm grip of his hand in Logan’s.
“Are you okay?” The other dark side mumbled, his voice nothing more than a whisper. “We can always come back another time…when he’s not here.”
He said that, but even he wasn’t sure that he meant it.
It had been years since he’s last seen Thomas before he had been forced by the others to go under, it had been years,
and back then Thomas had been nothing more than a small child with only the slightest comprehension of death and just what it meant.
The last time he had seen him was when a family member of Thomas’ had died, and… Despair had completely lost it…
And so had Thomas.
Logan’s head jerked as he shook his head, “No,” The logical side firmly uttered as he stiffly took a step forward. “The hardest ones first, that’s the only way to move forward. If...” He swallowed thickly, “If it doesn’t hurt, then I’ve learned nothing from it.”
Leaning over Thomas, Logan gripped the robotic mask tightly his palms digging into the cold welded metal until it hurt…
Until he was sure that he was going to cut himself on that metal. He didn’t want to let this mask go, he’d held onto it for so very long and he’d even pretended like this mask was his very own face. But…if it didn’t hurt, it would mean nothing to him at this point. He had to let go, he had to let it go, he had to let go of the him from the past. That was pretty much a given at this point, he couldn’t stay the same if he was going to live with the dark sides as one of them.
“Thomas,” He softly began, “I can’t keep up the plain boring Logic that you made me to be.” Without even thinking, he brushed a stray lock of hair behind Thomas’ ear.
“You have to let that go...you have to let me go, and grow. I can’t remain stagnant forever, we both know it.” Before he even knew it, he was already blinking back those thick black tears once again. “I’m not sorry.”
It felt as if he was ripping a part of himself away as he laid that cold metal mask down next to Thomas’ sleeping body, but regardless…
It was done.












