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x - a revolutionary demise

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 : 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

Eris' state of slumber was disturbed by the feeling of somebody tapping her shoulders.

It took her a moment before registering what was happening, but once she did, she immediately opened her eyes and shrunk away from the touch.

A pair of dark brown eyes looked down on her behind a pair of round glasses. Wilbur looked at her with concern and determination, but a bit of anxiety also laced through his stare.

"It's time."

Wilbur put out a hand for Eris to take and that's when Eris realised that Eret wasn't at her side. Instead of his shoulder, her head rested against the back of the tent, but a blanket was still tightly wrapped around her.

She took Wilbur's hand and let him help her stand up, but when she expected he would let her go as soon as she was on her feet, his cold hand was still around hers in a comforting manner, confusing the younger girl slightly.

"I know things have been awkward between us the last few days, and I'm sorry if I upset you."

Eris stared up at her leader blankly, not immediately knowing what she should say. Replying to kind gestures and emotions was never something she was great at, she'd like to think it was an inherited trait from Technoblade, who was horrible at it as well.

After a good moment Eris came to a conclusion about her feelings and replied hesitently, "It's okay."

Wilbur nodded, the smallest ghost of a small haunting his chapped lips, "Before everything kicks off, I need to talk to you for a moment."

"You are very important to the revolution. Without you, I don't think we could win this." The tall brunet continued, his face set in a frown as he looked down on Eris, "But you're also very important to us. To Tommy. To everyone. To me. I have noticed you haven't been feeling well the past few days and I know what you can be like. Please don't be reckless. Don't throw yourself into a situation you know you can't get out of, even when you don't care."

Eris' eyes narrowed slightly, "The only thing I care about is L'Manberg and the people in it. I will do everything for it and you. This is war, people will get hurt, or worse, so don't expect me to get out of the way if something happens to any of you. Because I won't. I also know you wouldn't either."

Wilbur bit his lip, looking off in thought, before he met Eris' icy stare again, "I care about you like a sister, Dodie. Don't do anything stupid."

The tall brunet took the younger girl in his arms, hugging her tight. The nickname he used, jumped through Eris' mind and made her hold onto him a little tighter. Memories of childhood and lost innocence came bubbling up and the thought of her lost hat almost made her tear up.

But before she could, Wilbur leaned back and let Eris go. The man sighed and gave her a short nod, "Go put on your uniform and get your gear. It's almost dawn."

Eris nodded in reply as well, before turning her back to her friend and wiping her cheek clean from a non-existent tear before making her way inside the Carmavan to retrieve her clothing and weapons.

It took her around ten minutes to prepare herself before she stood outside again. The blue tailcoat that hugged her arms and sides felt comfortable, albeit a bit too formal in her opinion. She had to admit however that the revolutionaries looked good in their matching uniforms. As she looked over at Tommy she couldn't help but chuckle a little. His coat was slightly too big for him, as Eret had made it for him to grow into. He almost had at this point, but not quite yet, which made for an awkward-looking fit. The linen shirt and red waistband looked better on him and made him look more sophisticated than he in reality was. Eris reckoned she looked the same with her identical clothing.