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IVAN POV:
And would it be so wrong to let Till kill him. Was it wrong that he wanted it? That he undoubtedly craved it. To have his death at the one who brought him life. For his deepest obsession to pull the metaphorical noose around his neck, to lead him to his demise like a siren’s song. Was that wrong to wish for?
Yes.
He was wrong, he decided, most definitely wrong, as Till’s tears fell, his blade embedded in his chest. How could he allow Till to grieve another? To grieve him of all people.
Maybe he was selfish, maybe he was fucked up in the head. But the sight of Till crying filled him with joy. Till cared. Even if it was a slither, he would take the sight of those tears, shed for him of all people, to his death.
It was a shame he would never see the end of that story.