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Medkit was leaning up against a wall, rearranging things in his suitcase and making sure his gun was fully loaded. He heard the sounds of sand crunching getting closer, and he looked up only to see Scythe carrying a bag, supposedly of demon horns. Scythe waved with her free hand, and Medkit waved back. The slithery demon walked over to the deerish demon, setting the bag down, not minding that it had slumped over and a few horns had fallen out, one being a familiar short red horn, but Medkit ignored it for the time being." Howdy, 'Kit! " Scythe tipped her hat at Medkit." Hello boss. " Medkit nodded his head slightly at Scythe to try and return the hat tipping gesture, then glancing at the fallen out horn again. " I'm guessing your plans of execution went well? "" Of course they did! Though, the last one wouldn't go down with a fight. . Ugh, sword wielders. . But that ain't my problem anymore! "Medkits eyes narrowed, kinda getting more suspicious of what happened, and a bit worried, because if the horns did belong to who he thought they did, he'd be heartbroken. Medkit crouched down and carefully grabbed the short red horns from near the bag, inspecting them then turning his attention to Scythe " Not to sound like I'm accusing you of anything, boss, but was the phighter these horns belong to mainly red themed, and did they have metal welded onto their head? "Scythe perked up, giving a toothy grin. " He did, actually, why? Did ya know 'im or somethin? "Medkit felt his heart sink a bit, pausing and thinking that maybe it was just a coincidence. Scythe broke him out of those thoughts. " He kept talkin 'bout some 'Rocket' person too! "That was it. That confirmed Medkits suspicions. He put the horn he was holding down gently, feeling sick, then turning back to Scythe. " Ya never answered on if ya knew him, 'Kit. " Scythe put her mechanical hand on her hip and stared Medkit in the eye.Medkit took a moment to respond, trying to process that his best friend / sworn brother was dead, and killed by the hands of his boss too. Medkit soon snapped out of it and responded " Oh. Yeah, I. . Did know him. "" Hm. Well, that sucks for ya, 'Kit! Can't say I feel bad for ya, though. "Medkit narrowed his eyes, feeling tears well up in his eyes. " How do you. . Not feel even the slightest bit of guilt? I know I'm the 'deadpan' doctor of this place, but even I'd feel bad for doing that. "Scythe shrugged, her grin never faltering. " I wasn't close to 'im, plus, a kill is a kill, no matter who it is! "The doctor felt a sudden feeling of anger rush through him. " You- You can't just fucking kill one of your employees best friends and then just not feel bad at all! I get you're a serial killer, but you should at least feel a bit of guilt. . "Scythe walked in clockwise circles around Medkit slowly, tracing along his head with her mechanical hand. " Come on 'Kit, dontcha agree he needed to be gone? That he deserves to be dead? I don't get why you'd be getting all mad over his death, Employ- " Medkit cut her off, punching her in the face out of anger and knocking her back a bit, a few tears dropping from his eyes. Scythe rubbed her cheek, then looking at Medkit, with an annoyed forced smile. " Ya got guts, 'Kit, I'll give ya that, but I think yer forgetting whos- " Scythe grabbed Medkits face harshly, making him look her in the eye. " Yer boss. "Medkit put one of his hands on her hand, trying to pry it off his face. " You killed my friend, you fucking bastard! " The doctor spoke through gritted teeth, feeling hatred, heartbreak, and an overwhelming sadness in the moment.Scythe let go, pulling back with an annoyed and cold look. " He deserved it for being related to Banny, ya understand? He deserved every single ounce of pain, and you know it. "Medkit felt even more anger towards this woman, and out of blind rage, he pulled out his revolver, pointing it at her eye. " Speak of Sword like that one more time and find out what happens. "Scythe let out a frustrated sigh, putting a hand on her forehead. " Y'know what, 'Kit? I'm gonna go check on Broker to make sure he's not fucking things up, like how you do sometimes. " " You can't just leave without saying sorry!- SCYTHE!- "The killer began walking away, ignoring Medkit calling out to her.Eventually Medkit gave up, leaning up against the wall then slumping down to the ground, disliking the feeling of the sand particles making dents in his clothes, but that feeling was soon ignored as Medkits thoughts flooded with how he was going to get over this.