Acts of Redemption

Bleeding

The trip from the castle to the towers was easy for him, flying past Ghasts and stupid mindless zombie piglins gave him a sense of freedom that no floating powers or creative modes could replicate.

Just the simple notion of being completely weightless while following the path of blackstone and bright blue torches could bring peace to Purple, even for a little while, where no one could bother him, and no one would judge his tears.

But even that would come to an end when he arrived in his destination, the south east tower. So purple landed gracefully in front of the two metal doors, drying his tears on his forearms before walking inside.

The stickfigure ignored the two brutes keeping guard by the doors, who shared a confused look as the doors swing open and Purple limp his way to the stairs.

Up the first floor of the tower, there was a series of chests lined up the walls, mostly to store weapons and important items that were rare to find in a waste land like the nether, where Purple proceeded to quickly open and close them in look for something to clean his wound, or at least patch himself until he could go back to the Overworld. His finds was an old dirty cloth that for sure would do more harm than good if used on an open cut and a bottle of water.

He squirted a little of the water against his leg, rubbing his hand on the area around the cut to wash the blood away before putting it back in the chest. Perhaps cleaning his cut would help him distract his mind from the feelings inside his chest, maybe even erase them entirely.

But Purple never had such luck, his tears kept coming back, and it was getting annoying. These feelings confused him to no end, after all, he hurt them before, and he fought them before, why this time it felt like such a bad thing to do? Why did he felt any compassion? Why did he felt scared?

Shaking his head seemed to help a bit, get rid of the thoughts before they consumed his entire being, he kept going forward, up the second set of stairs to the third floor where he started to hear the loud noise.

The piglins at the corridor entrance groaned at the non-stop loud clanking of metal echoing through the entire place, Purple wasn't sure what to think but he walked past them all, down the corridor to the. Blue was sitting on the floor, body against the bars as he incessantly clanked his cuff against the metal.

─ I can do this all day! ─ Blue yelled at the brutes as they shot him annoyed looks and glares.

Purple groaned quietly, stopping right in front of the cell, the clanking finally stopped.

─ Blue... ─ the purple stickfigure mumbled, crossing his arms at the situation. ─ What the hell are you doing?

─ Oh, finally someone with a brain! Purple, I'm starving here... I've been here for hours...

─Yeah moron, you're in a prison cell, that's the whole point!

Blue gave a loud, dramatic groan. ─ What starving me is going to achieve? I'm not less annoying when I'm hungry. Can I at least get my Nether wart pouch back?

But Purple didn't answer; Blue's words sparked something in his brain.

If he doesn't want to hurt them, then he could just let them starve... It would probably be enough for his King to approve. And he wasn't actually hurting them, he was just... Letting it happen?

Purple nodded to himself, that was a good plan, and he wouldn't have anything to do with it.

─ Helloo??? Earth to Purple?? ─ Blue got up, waving his free hand out the bars in front of Purple. ─ So that's a no for the pouch then?

Purple snapped out of his own mind after that, looking back at him. ─ I can't feed you... It's...its part of it. Now deal with it.

─ What?? Part of what? ─ Blue pleaded, but it was useless, Purple was already rushing out of there. ─ Purple!

He went down the stairs as fast as he could, trying not to think about what he was about to do. Marching towards the brutes he spoke in his best confident voice. ─ I have orders from the King, do not feed the prisoners, no one is allowed anything else until the Lord's next order.

And with that, he flew away; still have two others to check on.