Hermitcraft Hunger Games

Epilogue #2: Part 2 (False)

Same TWs as the other part of this epilogue, way less though.
Note: any mention of "love" means the platonic type. I see the hermits as one big family, and so they do "love" each other, but I don't ship any of them, and this isn't the romantic kind of love.

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False sped off away from her city. She didn't know where she was going. She ended up over the shopping district.

False swooped above Grian's barge. She didn't notice one of the spires until it was too late. She crashed into it, fast and hard. At the last minute, she twisted so that it rammed into her leg instead of her head. She winced at the sharp pain that ran through it. False tumbled down the roof, the hard glass bruising her as she fell. She landed in the water below and dragged herself to the shore. 

Her leg was broken, she could tell that much. Nothing else seemed to be hurt too badly, although she was bruised and covered incutes. False sat on the bank with her legs in the water.

Soon, Cleo and Stress arrived. Stress looked worried and surprised, and Cleo looked slightly mad.

Stress sat next to False and wordlessly began cleaning up her cuts before moving on to set her broken leg. Meanwhile, Cleo began talking.

"False, what were you thinking, flying off like that? I don't want you to get hurt! Only I get to hurt my friends, not anyone else, and especially not themselves! False..." Cleo's voice softened. "False, you're one of my best friends, and I know you deserve us, even if you don't think so."

False broke down into tears. "I'm a monster, Cleo. I- I can't-"

Cleo put her arm around False. "No, you were just doing what anyone would have done. You were mad, you just happen to be skilled enough to hurt people. I'm sure that others would have done the same in your position."

"No one would have tortured Grian," False said. "He's a chaotic, war-starting gremlin, but he's also sweet, caring, and kind, and-"

"And so are you, False," Cleo finished for her.

"I want to be..." False whispered.

"You can be, False," Cleo had heard False's whisper and was trying her best to comfort False.

"I- I want to apologize. But I'm scared everyone will hate me, Cleo," False admitted.

"No one will hate you," Cleo reassured her. "You know what? Let's go find Cub and Scar. You can try apologizing to them, although I'm sure they won't hate you. I don't think they even blame you."

"Well... I can't really..." False trailed off, looking at her broken leg and bruised arms.

Cleo narrowed her eyes. "Looks like I have a job to do. I'll be back with Cub and Scar." Cleo flew off.

Stress finished setting False's broken leg and looked up. "False, luv... No one 'ates ya."

"I'd hate me," False said.

"Well, no one does. Like Cleo said, you were just doing what anyone woulda done,"  Stress tidied up her medicine kit as she talked.

False didn't reply. Stress sat with False until Cleo came back, the ConVex trailing behind.

"Hey False," Scar said, glancing nervously at Cleo.

False raised an eyebrow and cracked a smile for the first time since the Games had ended. "Cleo?"

"Oh, don't worry about it, their kneecap privileges won't be revoked.. yet," Cleo looked meaningfully at the boys. 

Cub gulped and turned to False.