"I'm sorry":TomTord REMAKE

Chapter 18: Healing and Lying

Tord sniffled as he lift his head. He noticed it had got dark. He rubbed his puffy eyes as he got off the bed.

He walked over to his desk, and sat down. He pressed a small button under his desk.

Suddenly a shorter male, appeared. He usually a medic out in training, but he is also Tords therapist.

His name is Ying.

"Hello Red Leader, how are you feeling?" He asks, sitting in front of Tords desk in the chair.

"Ehh..." Tord started as he turned his head, facing the window to hide his face.

"..fine." Ying raised an eyebrow. "Really."
"..Nei."

Ying nodded. "What's troubling you, sir?"
Tord stressfully sighed as he sharply turned back over. Slamming his robotic arm against his desk.

Ying got startled slightly but remained calm.
"What's troubling me? What's troubling me? I killed my friends. Now I know, I kill thousands of people and I don't feel bad, but them.. it just hurts suddenly."

Ying nodded as he wrote in a small notepad. "Do you just want to vent how you feel too me? No questions this time?"

"Please." Tord nervously laughed as he lowered his head.
Ying nodded. "of course sir, I'm here for you."

Tord sighed, and began his little rant.
"It just, – sucks. Heh, y'know?. Like, feels.." Tord paused, trying to figure out how to explain his emotions into words. "Like it feels,.. like the world, is hating me. Even though, I'm conquering it. Killing off my friends, really got to me. I, have clones. But, the real ones...they're gone. Now the clones are just servants. Workers, soldiers like the rest of you. It makes me feel angry, angry at myself.
Like I screwed up."

Ying nodded. "Sir, everybody makes mistakes, even powerful leaders like yourself."

Tord nodded in agreement. Folding his hands. "But, I'm also.. happy? That I killed them off, because... Now my, my plans won't be disturbed. Most of the other armies have alliances with us. I was afraid that, Edd and Matt..would, turn against me, make a rebellion. Or, or something! I don't know.."

Ying nodded, doodling a small flower in his notebook. "I'm listening sir, continue."

"–And now.. I hurt Thomas. And he won't even remember. With that memory gun used on him. But I will. I remember exactly how I killed Edd and Matt. Yet Tom, he'll have no idea.."
Ying nodded. "But isn't that a good thing? You don't want him to know? It'll be like nothing happened. Just don't bring it up to him. Act like none of that happened. Don't let the guilt consume you Sir. The army is doing excellent here, you're able to get the rest of the world at ease now.
People will surrender and you'll be successful. Understand sir?"

Tord realized this and smiled. "I see this more clearly. Even if it's a little fucked, I can see it in more a positive way. Takk deg, Ying. You're dismissed now."

Ying stood up and saluted. Walking out and quietly shutting the door behind himself.

A hand was suddenly placed on Tords shoulder. Tord quickly turned around to see his body guard, Marcilene.

"Oh faen! Scared the dritt out of me." Tord laughed breathlessly as the woman smiled, saluting a bit to her leader.

"Now, I have to go to the infirmary. Marci, wait outside. Okay? I'll be out of my office in a few."
She nodded and walked out of the office, shutting the door. She stood beside the door, guarding it. She held her gun as she guarded it.

Tord walked down the hallway, and into the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom.

He washed his face. Allowing cold water to be splashed on his face as he then turned the sink off. He looked at himself in the mirror.