"Grayson," Luke wheezed.
Grayson didn't look at his once-friend.
"Shut up."
"Grayson, please," Luke coughed. "I never meant –"
Grayson wheeled around and placed the tip of Andruin on Luke's throat, forcing his chin up.
"Shut up or I will make you."
Luke's breath rattled in his chest. Blood poured from his wounds. He winced as his head ached.
"I do not regret turning against the Emperor for you, old friend."
"I am not your friend," Grayson snapped, turning away to polish Andruin clean of blood. "And you will come to regret ever betraying me."
"I do."
Grayson refused to look at the assassin. He did not want to see the guilt and remorse that he knew was there. Most of all, he did not want to see the truth.
The sun was coming up. They had to leave. Find Drake and Mia. Find Armen.
Grayson sheathed his sword.
Luke breathed again.
"Can you ever forgive me, Grayson?"
Grayson shrugged on his backpack. He checked the assassin's bonds. He looked Luke in the eyes and sighed.
"I don't know."
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Miscellaneous Haunted Stories
AventuraShort stories. One-shots. Prompts. Story Arcs. Tales that may or not be related to each other or can entirely be considered canon. This is where I now put my Haunted writings. It's been a while. Literal years, in fact. I may be a little rusty. It's...
