48. A Rhyme or Reason

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"I don't care how much blood I lose, I swear to god that you'll die" Troy clenches his fist tighter

"Really? You seem a little lightheaded, those wounds are not healing too well are they?" Ultimas chuckles

"I've got a reason to fight, and what do you have? You just have a goal, me? I've got a purpose, I remember the day that mom died because of you...mom had a horrible feeling that something was gonna happen, I told her that no matter what happened, I'd protect her, but I couldn't...I was weak...you had to take that away, I've been trying for so. D*mn. Long. To get over it, but when Lay died...my mind had to flash through seeing their dead bodies, I couldn't handle it, but I just became a dad to another kid, and I had to take care of her...I just had to, I owed it to Alayna, to mom...for all the friends I've pushed away, for all the people I've seen die because of knowing me, that's why I'm fighting, not only am I fighting a deadbeat killer, but I'm fighting for them all...that's my purpose, that's why I was created when you're dead, I'll breathe my last breath when I'm being laid to rest, allies and friends around me. I won't give up. I WILL win" Troy preaches

"...." Ultimas stares

He slowly starts to clap

"Beautiful, simply beautiful, Troy, why don't you tell that to the "family" that left you to die or the "friends" who left you when you needed them most?" Ultimas smiles

"I don't think you've got a d*mn bit of ground to stand on talking about betrayal" Troy scoffs

"Humans are better at giving advice to others than to receive it" Ultimas states

"The time for talk has passed, the lord's work must be done" Two axes appear in Troy's hands

"Agreed" Ultimas clenches the knife tighter


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