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He had done it. He’d pushed them off. That selfish ‘hero’, and ..Lukas. He’d killed them. He expected, for a moment, them to somehow spring back up, or him to see them towering back up together, but no, of course not. They were dead, thats all they were now.
He had all this power to himself, now that the founder was dead.. He thought about what he could do with it as he sat on the edge. Staring down into the purple, cloudy abbys below, he imagined them. Falling infinitely, eventually rotting away. The morbid thoughts he’d had about the self-proclaimed hero-in-residence no longer haunted him, since now, he was gone. And so was Lukas. Lukas was gone. He killed.. Lukas. Sure, he ditched him, but it was justified!
Lukas was weak, and soft, and..
Lukas saved the Ocelots..
And me. And we.. left him. Now he’s dead.
Aiden stared at his hands. No blood on them, but they felt stained.
He even felt a little bad for killing Jesse. I mean, if Lukas saw something in him, he couldn’t be that bad, right? No, no. What he did was justified.
He thought about the Ocelots.
He thought about Lukas.
He thought about Jesse.
He thought about how much he regretted it.