Ez is staring at her. Void's eyes are bright green, they aren't usually bright green. They're yellow. They're always meant to be yellow. But they aren't.
It's so much harder, when star is looking straight at her. Eyes not full of fear but of anticipation of what is about to happen to him. The green eyes that match the color of stars facial markings and antennae and boots and tail. It's not right.
Stars eyes also seem to convey something else. Something that says that void knows Blue will do this, because void knows that she wouldn't go back on a promise like that. They won't.
The loaded crossbow points directly at his heart. The weight of the weapon is heavy, and all too there, in Blue's hand. Her hands shake, but she keeps it steady enough to retain the same target, the arrow still pointed in the same place.
She would ask again, if Ez was sure that this was what star wanted. But she knows that it is. If it wasn't, star wouldn't continue staring. Green eyes staring at her, completely okay with this fate, just waiting for her to pull the trigger.
The two of them could wait here forever. And maybe Ez would still believe that at some point, she was actually going to do it. And maybe she would. Because she was somebody that star knew would do it, just because he asked.
So she does. She stares at void until voids body falls to the ground, until their eyes close and their body dissolves into nothing. Just like Ez knew she would, just like Ez trusted her to do.
When he comes back. His eyes are yellow, just as they had always been. It was like nothing had changed. Except it wasn't.
The yellow eyes that match the color of stars facial markings and antennae and boots and tail. It's not right. It's still not right. And it served as only a reminder of what she had done. She thinks of the once green eyes, she thinks of how she was the one to change them.
When Ez says that void trusted them to be the one to kill star, more than anybody else. They wonder if void had also trusted her to carry the burden that it brings along. The burden of murder, no matter the reason.
Maybe it was because void knew she had already been carrying it. The weight of killing somebody she met that same day. Or maybe it was only because they were the only one that star had left.
That was untouched by the crimson. Who's arrowhead wasn't stained red.
She hands back the crossbow. Staring at her friends yellow eyes, once green.
There's trust in the way that neither of their eyes are stained in the way that Birds is, as it watches them without the same kind of trust that they now shared with no one but each other.
