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I move my hand over the sword. It's beautiful. It feels perfect in my hand. I gasp in the air as blood drips from my hands and from my face. I... I killed him. I killed my own brother. Though... he would've killed me and them. There was no other way.

"Hector! Are you alright?!" Cece runs over.

"I'm... fine." I mutter.

I stare at the sword.

"You... used it again?" Cece asks.

"Yes. Yes I did." I grip it.

I try to stand up, but my head overwhelms me. Cece grabs me.

"Is this goodbye? I know you have to get to the island." I say.

"Don't bring down the room." She says.

"Just tell me." I hiss.

"Yes. I have to return them home, but we might meet again." Cece says. 

"Great..." I hiss.

My hand was gripping the sword which was spilling out smoke.

"Is your arm broken?" Cece touches it.

"Yes." I wince.

She fixes it. 

"Thanks." I say.

"You can put down the sword." She says.

I look down. I... I... somehow, I can't let go.

"Hector..." She says.

"Okay." I throw it into the water.

"Hector! Are you guys alright?!" Rapunzel yells.

"I'm... fine..." I say.

"We should get you guys back." Cece says.

"Please, let's leave this dump." I say.

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