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[widespread-anarchy]

*Grif nods.*

You know where to find me if you need any help.

*He gives Makarov a gentle smile.*

Both of you.

*And then he heads out, leaning a little on Eden as he walks.*

-@gryphonanon

*….*

*silence.*

*blissful silence.*

[widespread-anarchy]

Okay then, that’s good.

*He pats Makarov arm before making his way over to Eden and leaning against her a little and wrapping a wing around her.*

We should head back. I’m sure Max is probably starting to worry about where we are.

-@gryphonanon

yeah. Go home you two.

[widespread-anarchy]

*Grif slowly makes his way over to Makarov and gently rests a paw on her arm.*

I think we could make space for you to stay, right cariad?

*He looks over at Eden as he asks her before looking back at Makarov.*

Or if you’d prefer to stay with Niko since he offered too...

-@gryphonanon

I have snacks, drinks, comfy bed, tv… most of it’s pirated sure but…

*Makarov actually giggled a tiny bit.*

“…. I’ll… I’ll stay with Mr Niko”

[widespread-anarchy]

shit, you're right, well my domain is always open.

and jessy takes his leave.

….

*…. Makarov is left standing there. Scared. Confused. Upset.*

*… carbine is… equally confused.*

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Bastet, mortified, gives Carbine a “I will speak to you later” gesture before running after Kyle.

*he nods, then focuses on Jessy.*

… go home. Or better yet, go make sure your wife knows you’re ok.

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*Grif watches as Kyle leave but doesn’t say anything, focusing more on Carbine.*

Uh… I mean… that’s up to her…

*He steels himself before turning to look at Makarov and thus Remnant’s body.*

Do you… need a place to stay, Makarov?

-@gryphonanon

*… she sniffles, and turns around.*

“… I’d… like that, please.”

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Kyle drops his arms, letting the gun clatter on the ground, slowly taking a couple steps back, before taking a deep- relieved sigh. Slowly, he turns his head towards Makarov and hesitantly pats her shoulder, an apologetic look clear on his face.

For the briefest of moments, he opens his mouth to speak, though words fail him once again and he drops his hand once more, turning around and leaving without saying another word or even looking at the others

… I guess so.

… uh… I can take care of her. If you need me to.

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Bas walks over, a little shellshocked.

*the corpse. It hangs there. Unmoving.*

*Makarov shoves her out of the way. Maybe he’s still ok. Maybe he’s not dead.*

“nononononono…”

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Kyle nods.

Then pauses.

Opening the terminal one last time, typing something in before closing it.

“…..until next time, Mister Remnant. I promise I will make things better.”

He turns his head away, closing his eyes as he does so, and fires

*….*

*… remnant is dead.*

*for good this time.*

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“You trusted me enough to use me. To berate me, degrade me….id even eager that part of you right now is trusting that I’ll let you go….see the good in you….”

NO.

I KNOW HOW THIS ENDS.

JUST MAKE IT QUICK.

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“And yet. You did the same to them as they did to you. Threw them away when they were no longer of use to you….”

He tilted his head

“You know what I do. You know we could’ve talked this through. Made this world better for you. I was willing to help, yknow….”

YOU’RE ONE OF THEM.

WHY THE FUCK WOULD I TRUST YOU?

[widespread-anarchy]

Kyle nods, taking the gun before walking up to remnant and placing the barrel between his eyes.

He doesn’t fire though, he can’t bring himself to. Not yet.

Keeping the gun where it is, he takes one hand off and opens the terminal, removing Remnant’s muzzle from him

“…….why?”

His eyes are tired, glazed over, yet his tone still dripped with compassion, as if giving him one final chance to atone

…

HATRED. REVENGE. GUILT.

I WAS SUPPOSED TO BRING NEW LIFE OUT OF OLD LIFE. I WAS SUPPOSED TO HELP PEOPLE.

AND THEY SCRAPPED ME. THREW ME AWAY.

I HATE EVERYONE INVOLVED. EVERYONE WHO WORKS AT THAT GODFORSAKEN COMPANY. AND EVERYONE WHO STOOD IN MY WAY.

[widespread-anarchy]

Makarov, please, IT away from here. You don’t need to see this…

-@gryphonanon

“I don’t care how bad he is, I don’t want him to die alone.”

*seems she’s staying.*

[widespread-anarchy]

Kyle nods, before looking at Grif and nodding again. She’s in better hands with him. He needs to go make sure of the others, make sure everything is okay and well.

As he steps out and stares at the held down Remnant, he hesitated, then went over to Carbine

“…..do you still….have a gun or couple bullets on you….?”

Yeah, here…

*another pistol.*

one bullet. Don’t miss.

[widespread-anarchy]

Bastet is busy holding the wires off and generally just. Trying to get herself back together after sitting in oblivion.

*the wires are gone. It’s just remnant.*

*tied up. Immobile.*

[widespread-anarchy]

You’re okay, sweetheart, you’re okay. Do you remembering my house? It’s probably the safest place for you to stay right now. I’m sure you probably don’t want to be here while…

*He trails off sadly. Remnant might be awful, but he’s still her father figure, this can’t be easy for her.*

-@gryphonanon

*… instead of leaving… she watches from a distance.*

*Kyle.*

*you deserve to end this.*

@fourty-second

[widespread-anarchy]

Kyle sighs, relieved

“….thank you Maka…..are….are any of the others here? Or is it just you?”

“n… no… just me.”

“is he going to be mad? Is he going to hate me?”