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Seawatt should have known this would happen.
He should have never played with fire.
As he felt the last of him drift away with the coughs and sputters of blood that left a metallic taste in his mouth, he had looked down the ground.
Spare him the look of pity from Evbo's face, he didn't deserve it. He hated Evbo, he was everything he couldn't be... But in this fleeting moment, he realized, maybe hatred was his downfall... No. Death was his death. The death of everybody he loved fueled his hatred. He wasn't playing with fire, he was always just making it bigger and brighter and falling into its flames, like a moth to light, or Seawatt to the loss of others who 'wronged him', and now, the loss of himself. But now... As Clownpierce said, his purpose is fulfilled. Parkour civilization will crumble without him to lead it.
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He felt a mixture of agony and pain, he kicked his feet aimlessly as there was no ground. Nowhere to parkour to. Nowhere to land. He was dead, he was sure of it. Clownpierce had defeated him. Betrayed him.
Relief flooded through him as he felt his feet land on a block, only for him to start falling through the air. Floating? Flying? Landing? Sitting? Everything warped around him, nothing to stabilize him as everything around him bleared with different colors, different shapes, different blocks...and-
THUD
The searing pain in Seawatts' body had come to a stop, leaving aches as he landed on a small sandstone block, only big enough for him to stand on.
His eyes searched the vast and endless void, a light blue sky devoid of clouds.
He stood there for a second more, before flashes of memories had painted themselves across the blue, voices of his parents in his head. His gaze landed on one in particular, where his parents guided him throughout a parkour course, encouraging him. Oh, how he missed their voices. The warmth of their embrace and the comfort he felt when he was with them... All of it being for nothing. He was dead now. As they are too.
Everything felt like torture now, pain ripping his mind apart piece by piece, he could only stare at the memories that played out in the sky. This was karma wasn't it...? He couldn't say he didn't deserve it. But some part of him wanted Evbo to feel this instead, for Evbo to die in his place, so he could live in the perfect society Clownpierce must've made by now...
Seawatt had been in pain for hours, days, months, years, who's to say? Everything was painful, his legs could barely hold the weight of his body, and he did not want to fall into the void. That was the only thing that kept him standing. The unknown of what lurks beneath him, perhaps he'll end up in parkour hell or whatever the people on the Fighter level used to blabber on about...
Seawatt attempted to reach for the memories, to put his mind at peace: one last calming notion, akin to a child reaching for the stars.. as if he could reach them at all.
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Months.
10 months until he had been met with anything but the pains of his past that he was forced to burden.
He blinked open his eyes, jolting forward before immediately falling back down, his head was spinning as he felt blood rush to his ears. His skin crawled and everything in his body felt wrong.
He pushed himself up, leaning onto a wall and rubbing his eyes. Wait... A wall? Had he finally fell into the void?
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He looked around, he could hear voices and see blobs of color approaching him, yet he couldn't figure out who they were, or what they were saying. Perhaps he's in for a round of more eternal pain.