Deceit's Hunger

Part 15- The End

With his ear pressed against the door as he clasped a hand over his mouth in order to mask his breathing, Patton listened as Virgil spilled his heart out to Roman along with the little sniffles and sobs that came with it. When he heard that word, that one word. Love. It suddenly made sense to Patton, it was that one word that told the moral side just why Virgil had wasted his time exhausting himself on a blank space of wall and in turn Deceit it only solidified his resolve to do this.

Straightening himself up Patton took a deep breath, never before had he ever thought about doing this, if anything the very idea of it was downright suicidal. The light sides and the dark sides weren't meant to mix, but if Deceit could come here, and carve a home for himself within their walls and somehow get Virgil to love him. Then...Then it fell to him to bring the deceitful side back, and to show him that not only would Patton leave him be, but that this was his home, and it forever would be his home for as long as he wanted it.

With a rough tug, the sweater that Logan had given him fell from his shoulders in a quick movement, it felt odd to not have the reassuring weight of the gift on his shoulders. Although if there was one thing that he knew about the dark sides mind space, it was that it was cold, and he'd get much more use out of the thing wearing it rather than having it on his shoulders.

So tugging it on and flipping the hood up, Patton felt himself getting serious for once, as he sank down. Only this time, he wasn't retreating to his room or anywhere else among the mind space, this time it felt like claws made of ice had sunk themselves into his ankles and were dragging him down and down into an endless void of cold and darkness.

As a light side, he wasn't meant to go where he was going, he felt like he was falling and falling endlessly. There was nothing around him, and in this case, it almost felt like he was being suspended in midair, had he not felt the cold slapping him on the face as he fell and fell. Sinking out wasn't supposed to feel like this, how long had he been falling? Would it ever really end? Or was this it? Was there just this pit of unfathomable darkness that kept dragging him deeper and deeper? God he hoped not, he wasn't certain if he could hold on if this was all there was for an eternity.

Even his tears seemed to defy physics, as they floated up away from his eyes, the globs of water in contrast to his own freefall seemed to almost peacefully float away from him. His cheeks were dry, he didn't even have the comfort of crying as he was falling.

Is this my punishment? For hurting and tormenting Deceit? For making him feel like he needed to run?

Was their realm trying to cause him the same amount of suffering because of what he had done?

Another sob bubbled up past his lips as he continued to fall, and without thinking Patton clenched his eyes shut as he covered his face with his hands. His despair grew and grew as the seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes must have turned to hours. I'm stuck here...I'm never getting out. I'll never be able to bring Deceit back, and I'll never be able to make it up to the others...

Dread, sadness, and anguish clawed at his insides, and for once Patton didn't bother to fight the troubling emotions. If he was being honest, this was exactly what he deserved.

And just like that he connected to the freezing cold tiled floor, with a painful thump and crack. The suddenness of the action drew a distressed whimper from him, and the moral side couldn't help but to curl up into a ball as if that would help him escape the pain radiating from his midsection.

He had probably broken something with that landing.

Even with the pain feeling as if it was caging his lungs in an iron-tight grip and his glasses cracked every which way, Patton managed to stumble up to his feet leaning heavily against the wall. He had a snake to get back.