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It was something you didn’t know to expect. Sly was just lying there motionless in Slytutankhem’s hideout, and his ancestor had wrapped him up in a blanket.
“It’s a shame to see him like that.” Slytutankhem sighed and turned his gaze on you. “He was barely able to talk when I found him… and he somehow got me convinced that he really is my descendant, but soon after that…” he beckoned towards Sly, who was just staring at the roof and was probably not aware of his surroundings. Carmelita had run to his side the moment she saw him, and was now clutching Sly’s limp hand in her own, stroking his head with slow movements and muttering something to him. You heard an occasional sniffle coming from her, and you felt shame for leaving Sly like that, because you hadn’t found him earlier.
Why didn’t you work harder to figure out Sly’s whereabouts?
“Thank you, Slytutankhem. Without you, Sly would be dead by now… at least we get to say goodbye”, Bentley choked out, and the ancestor nodded, before leaving his hideout to honor his descendant’s grieving friends. Everyone just stood there, watching Carmelita speaking to Sly, desperately hoping that Sly would miraculously answer to her, that he would turn out to be okay just like that.
You looked at Bentley, and saw no hope in his eyes. A lonely tear rolled down his cheek whilst Murray was sobbing with full force against the wall. Everyone knew it, but no one dared to say it aloud, because it would have made it real, final, brutal.
There wouldn’t be a Cooper gang without Sly.