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He was dangling from the arch, his friends were screaming loudly while everyone swung their swords, he was buzzing from excitement until Fit hit the final blow.
Flashes of red came to his mind like an echo from voices of the past. He passed out quickly, the pain was blinding, it felt like too much too fast, he didn't get the chance to enjoy his last seconds of life before his head was gone.
He was pushing for it to be fair, he kept asking and he offered himself to be beheaded in name of the French tradition so Pomme could have an experience as close as it could get from the real thing, but it didn't make it hurt any less.
He wanted to lose a life so bad, he wanted it to be a Big Thing. He taunted his friends about it, asked the other candidates to murder him and damn their charitable souls that they didn't do it, even Bad who most of the time its out to get him. He didn't wear armor outside and was careless most of the time. He event got a little bit sad when Jaiden couldn't get the snipers for the debate, and now that finally the deed is done, he feels empty.
He does not dive into that bucket, he does not have time to think too deep about it. He reflected Bad's references about red vines and he definitely did not hesitates to enter his son-in-law Blood Room, what's in the past stays in there, or it's the future? Whatever it may be, he doesn't dwell on it. He pushes that box to back of mind and moves on, struggles a bit to get his footing and finds his way to the parade.
When he gets back everyone is having fun, passing around his heads and taking photos. Cellbit and Forever joke about how he is not the real Foolish and it felt like another slash, he just laughs it off and loudly proclaims otherwise. He rushes to get his banana just to prove its him and totally not for comfort, it reminds him of what he has, a not husband, not so much boyfriend, Vegetta that would tear the whole island apart to protect him.
After the event ends, he hangs out with Baghera and the eggs to burn something and its completely okay for him. The warmth of the fire can sometimes be overwhelming, but its the humidity that hits him. He holds Leo's hand tight and lets out a deep breath when they arrive to the snowy biome where Baghera is building her castle.
He keeps ignoring the flashes that came to his mind that dissappear if he focuses too much in them. Every single thing is giving him deja vu today, from the castle, the eggs, the vines at spawn, to the heat. He is so tired, he never wished to stop procrastinating building the titan this much, placing blocks is the most relaxing activity he could do, it gets his mind out of his ass.
He can keep acting like nothing changed, like he is not struggling under his facade. He is louder, he barks more, and he truly does not wake up everyday with his back burning and sneezing as if he saw a cat.