He was her best friend, had stuck with her through thick and thin… He had remained at her side, had been her ever constant as the years had passed…. But she couldn’t recognize the man before her. His smile was broken, crooked in that sort of way it always had been but now there was a twinge of something else to it, a madness that lingered, dripped over him like the bright red blood that spilled over his cheeks. .
“Blaise what have you done?”
Tyran’s voice was soft a hushed whisper as his ears flickered, catching the sound. He moved, slowly, one step as his tal swung in a low menacing sweep, his eyes locked on her, his smile wide and arms open. There was the softest of sounds as he dropped the stick in his hand, the weapon he used to kill the only one who had tried to help.
“I did what I had to Tyran… for us.”
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So I tried, and that’s all that matters. You can’t make fun of me. Digital is hard
