"You are my sunshine" (Rip lalna)
They had never agreed to kill him.
Both of them knew that this was simply an impostor, a failed clone or reject. The clone might have even been slightly evil, tainted by the witch and turned to focus on destruction, not helping the world like the original did. However, he still looked like Lalna, still acted like him. There was still the cute little giggle that Sjin adored so much, there was still the love for knowledge and learning and the terrible jokes that came from both the cop and reflection, the fake.
Perhaps he got too close to the evil one, maybe it was his fault.
Days spent leaned against the bars of the bedrock chamber, talking with the prisoner as if he were a friend- they got along well, as many would’ve guessed. In the beginning, there was a hesitation between the two, a shared loathing of whoever they believed to be the false clone, but quickly it fell away to turning back into casual banter and talking while Sjin was on guard, laughter and joking that would almost mistake them for friends. He thinks that’s what brought Lalna’s time to an end.
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“We can’t kill him, we agreed we weren’t going to kill him!” Sjin says, voice cracking as he stepped in front of the defenseless clone. The reject, the fake, the friend.
“Look- he’s not giving us anything, Nano hasn’t come, he’s useless!” The other cop replies, his hood fallen back to reveal the messy blonde hair, his eyes filled with rage and perhaps something else. Jealousy?
Advancing on the cowering clone, Sjin could see Lalna’s grip tighten on the sword, testing the familiar weight in his hand. Sjin swallows and looks back at the man streaked with purple, looking between the two with his hands raised in defense. Over the time the fluxed one had been there, it had almost been like they became friends, they got close, and now he was being taken away.
“Step out of the way Sjin.” Lalna says coldly, his stare going from rage filled to almost expressionless, looking dead in the eyes and staring at the pair- his reject, his fake, next to his friend, his partner.
He was the real one.
Shoving Sjin out of the way, the death that was brought to the other clone was quick, a stab through the gut that brought the other to his knees, a pleading look returned with nothing more than another jab. Tears fell from the failed clones eyes as his body hit the ground, fading out quickly, returning to the void to be brought to the witch.
Lalna turns to stare at his friend, his expression still dangerously blank. The sword clatters to the ground, blood staining the magic police coat and the sword that was supposed to be used for justice. Walking out with no words, he barely registers the fact that Sjin was crying.
