Banished: Resistance is Futile

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TW: Panic attack and mentions of torture and blood. What's not to love?

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Impulse hadn't even screamed.

He hadn't made a sound.

He knew what was going to happen. He had accepted it.

That's what shook Tango the most. That his best friend and accepted his death.

There wasn't even a body to bury.

There weren't even ashes.

He swore to get revenge on Hels if it was-

"Beautifully done, Tango Tek. I could have done better myself, but that's just me being me."

That was it. The last straw.

He turned to the knight, preparing a long string of curses to verbaly shove in his face, but...

But Hels was gone.

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"What. Did. You. Do."

The words echoed in Grian's head, the memories breaking the dam he had ever so meticulously put up.

He had run for a reason.

He did it all for a reason.

What was the reason?

Oh yeah, his friends.

The pain.

The pain that he caused.

No, they made him cause it. They made him do it-

They blamed him-

He didn't know-

But his hands took their lives-

"Hey, are you there?" Xanthus gently placed his hand on Grian's, the subconsciously Watcher flinching away.

They asked him that same question.

All of them.

That was when he broke their trust.

Taurtis, yelling at him about how he could do this.

Pearl, sobbing about how he had turned into a monster.

Martyn, threatening him with a sword at his neck.

Everyone, turned against him.

He made them turn against him.

They made him-

No, he did it on his own.

That's what they told him.

The Watchers were kind. Dream had been kind...

Stampy?

Aphmau?

Had they ever really on his side?

Sure, Aphmau had snuck him treats when he was supposed to have been studying, but did that mean that she had cared?

No, they didn't care.

But they did; they taught him things: magic, how to fly, and so much more.

Stampy had always seemed distanced...

But Dream?

Dream has been the nicest out of all of them.

No, he was his waking nightmare.