Last stand

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Dexter walked out of the tent with Saracen. With one hand he steadied his friend, with the other he held a gun...
"You ready to go hunting?" Dexter asked in a guarded tone
   Saracen gave no indication that he had heard, he just continued to stumble over his feet. Dexter sighed sadly and lead one of his oldest friends up a hill.
    When they got to the top, Dexter helped Saracen sit down, then he took a seat himself.
   "I'm so sorry Saracen" Dexter whispered to himself. Saracen looked up at the sky and then back at the ground, "it's going to rain..." Saracen mumbled.
    Dexter looked up next, "It appears so old friend" Dexter said. Dexter looked at the gun in his hand, tears started to form in his eyes, he then looked at Saracen just as the tears began falling.
    Saracen looked at Dexter "why're you crying?" Saracen questioned quietly. Dexter did nothing to get rid of the tears he just continued to look at Saracen "I am so sorry Saracen" Dexter muttered
       Saracen looked at his friend and then the gun "Valkyrie isn't going to be here in time. Is she?" Saracen whispered. Saracen then lifted his hand up to Dexters face and wiped the tears for him, "it'll be ok" Saracen said "trust me, I know things" Saracen said cheekily as he winked at Dexter.
   Dexter just gave a wet laugh as he looked at the ground "I suppose you do, you old sod" Dexter said. Saracen stroked Dexters cheek "Please get it over with, and bury my underneath that tree over there" Saracen said, pointing at a tree a mile from the hill.
   Dexter looked at the tree, "I was going to bury you here" Dexter stated, pointing at a tree right on the hill, "it's a lot closer" Dexter joked
Saracen chuckled "very well, I suppose any place is good as any" Saracen conceded. Dexter nodded and then looked at the gun and sighed, Saracen grabbed Dexters arm and squeezed it in comfort.
     With effort, Dexter brought the gun up to Saracens head. Dexter started crying again "please forgive me old friend" Dexter pleaded, Saracen smiled softly "Nothing to forgive my friend" Saracen whispered as Dexter pulled the trigger.

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