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Why he chose to do this he couldn’t understand. Tommy was just a kid, he didn’t know how to duel. He wasn’t ready to die for a country he and his brother had only just created. Yet here he stood, staring out at the path ahead of him, his back to Dream who in just a few seconds would likely be killing him. Tommy would hesitate, panic, he always did. That thought only became more anxiety inducing as the small crowd of people here to watch his death began to count down.
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Shoot
Tommy didn’t realize he’d begun holding his breath until the arrow pierced his chest and the air was punched out of him. For a moment he didn’t feel any pain, and he almost wondered if he’d just imagined the arrow in his heart. It was only as he plummeted towards the ground, vision rapidly fading, that the sharp sting of death overwhelmed him.