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Clover stared at the so-called sheriff after being hit by the plastic nub of a “bullet”, both a look of confusion and also slightly shock, before hearing him speak.
“I'm sorry.. I can't do it for real… I'm such a fraud. Thanks for letting me feel cool..”
Clover quickly drew their gun in response, but… something stopped them. Clover had never once felt conflicted in their feelings of Justice up until now, every monster who attacked him had well… attacked Clover! This Sheriff refused to actually hurt Clover though… What was this feeling? Clover hardly even noticed their gun was trembling in their hand at this moment, they were lost in thought. The moment lasted for a while.. what.. what was this? Why were they hesitating now of all times? They had come so far in their crusade to bring Justice to the fallen humans before Clover but something itched at his soul. Clover then dropped his gun to the ground, as it pathetically tumbled on the sand of the Dunes. Why did I drop my gun? Why did I do that? Why can’t… Why can’t I follow through? Clover knew the reason deep down, his soul screamed at him at this point
* He’s innocent
The silence only grew at this point, before a monster with a fox-like appearance broke the silence.
“Star! Everyone's evacuated!
Why are you still here? I told you to-”
!
“Starlo??”
“I’m… fine Ceroba, I’m not hurt” The Sheriff said in response
“Why is the human just… standing there? Are they shaking?” Ceroba replied
“I.. don’t really know” The Sheriff finally said, after a small moment of silence
Clover was finally feeling the weight of what they had been doing. This wasn’t Justice. It wasn’t. Everyone who had attacked… they were probably as scared as I was? They probably thought of humans the way I thought of monsters… Clover didn’t notice themself falling to their knees, a slight thump in the sand as it shifted from the movement, still lost in thought. Failing to notice their breathing was shaking.
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Ceroba, noticing that the gun was dropped by the human ran over to pick it up, seeing Starlo was both shocked and unreactive, the kid in front of her was still as could be, why did they freeze like this? No, that wasn't a question to think about now, just get the weapon away from them. Picking it up, they saw the human child was still frozen, just staring at the sand. Why was their breathing off? Were they…? No, nothing like that thing would, especially after destroying so much. But they had an obvious look of fear…? Was it fear? Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. Ceroba walked over to Starlo, and handed him the gun the human dropped.
“You should probably hold onto this.”
“Wha..? Oh right. Their gun.” Starlo took it from Ceroba, and pocketed it somewhere
“... What.. do we do about the kid?” Starlo finally said
“You have a jail, right? That’s probably the best option for now” Ceroba said in response
“Oh right” Starlo said, before walking over to the kid and picking them up, Clover, still frozen, seemed to hardly notice, their breathing sounding more erratic, but seemed to finally acknowledge being picked up and looked up to Starlo, only a near whisper coming from them, the only thing they could think of to say.
“I’m sorry.”