from the cover of the growing crowd, king's emotions stew inside of him. he'd saved the lives of dozens of people today, but, it was far from wiping his ledger clean. his was still soaked in blood, and likely, always would be.
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he watches the woman who had once been the love of his life. despite the years, she hadn't changed a bit. only, she had ⁠— her hatred for him. it was inevitable, he always thought. but to live through it now... his chest ached like it had all those years ago when matias had come back from that mission alone.
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only this time his grief wasn't for the dead, but for something just out of his reach, and always would be.
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his gaze turns to linger on the girl beside her. king wanted more than anything to reach out and hug that small child; to be the father his never was. but now, more than ever, he couldn't. he was a threat, a danger; a harbinger that knew only destruction and misfortune.
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he'd stand by her side one day. just not today.
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a paw steadies itself on his shoulder, and the turncoat's head only moves slightly, to regard the lucario.
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"i know."
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his thoughts realign themselves, and anger suffuses his entire being again. it was a comfortable veil he'd wrapped around himself every day of his life, and this was no different. king breaks away, moving through the crowd with little remorse for his actions.
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he goes back to the face of the person who had known about all of this since day one. who'd lied, and played him the fool all this time. he'd taken the only thing on this planet that king truly wanted. life's one concession. he couldn't forgive that. he was the one person that, no matter what, he would make sure would pay.
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he was going to fucking kill MATIAS SILPH.
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even if it was the last thing he did.

[attr="class","ooc"]sagira mosse[break]


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