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Use me.

You need me.

I can help you.

I can see flashing images. I can see my death. I can see Hermes looking at me. Waiting to carry me into the underworld. I turn and see the sword. It calls to me. I can hear it screaming at me. I can't. But what choice do I have? Am I willing to let others die because of me? Because of my sins. 

Use me.

You want to die?

You want to die?

I can help you. 

I see the sword. The smoke glowing. Okay... fine. I start reaching for it with my broken arm. 

Call me. 

"Come to me." I choke.

"Are you hallucinating before you die?" He laughs.

"I need you." I gasp for air.

The sword finally comes flying into my hands. I grab it and I slam it into Eurylochus' head. He screams in pain. His face... frozen and surprised. His eyes freeze and turn almost a milky white. I watch his skin crinkle. It withers. It goes dry like a prune. I gasp in the air. I kick him off of me. I grip the sword.

Thank you.

"Don't mention it." I breathe.

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"My baby!" Scylla yelps.

"Here it is. Oof. It's a lot heavier than I thought." Rapunzel says.

She takes it.

"He's getting on." Scylla smiles.

"He?" I put my hand on my hip.

"Yes. He." She smiles.

"Does this mean Corona will be safe?" Rapunzel asks.

"Of course. You should probably get him. He's bleeding out massively." She turns.

"Hector." I say turning and then I start running. 

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