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Everything should be alright now.
Halilintar has been brought back home by their Master and Duri who successfully gains his third tier. They’re finally back on Earth, the sweet scent of chocolate warmly welcomes them home. They’re all together, seven of them— eight of them because their Master slowly becomes less of a Master and more of their kin, their brother .
To Gempa, that’s all it matters.
Yet,
“Gempa.”
Droplets of tears couldn’t stop making their way out from his eyes in spite of many futile attempts from Gempa to wipe it all away. His smiles keep faltering despite trying his best to lift it up again and again in front of the pairs of sapphire and crimson orbs.
“s-Sorry. Gosh, I don’t know what’s happening—”
Gempa remembered the squeals of laughter from Beliung in the middle of the roaring tempest. Too familiar with the certain memory he strongly believed was already buried a long time ago. He could only watch Halilintar relentlessly fighting back from afar back then. He could only watch Kuputeri guiding them back from the realm back then. Helplessly without anything he could do.
“I’m fine.”
Gempa remembered the anxiety five of them had watching Blaze and Ice too deep into their deathly dance, too caught up to notice that their Master was almost drowned from their old stories amidst the lava and blizzard. So close to a repeat of what could’ve been the worst outcome.
“Really, I do!”
The sight of Halilintar begging for help with a look of utter despair before he was taken once again, why is everyone always taking him away from them and turned into a weapon. Hauntingly so like how he and Ice are trying but failing to bring him home. How in the end, they—Gempa—could only watch as their Master and Rimba took the consequences upon themselves just so they could free Halilintar from the sword.
“It’s just—”
The screams from the four of them as they watched Solar wailing in pain. Groan choked from Halilintar as Taufan tried to reach out towards his brothers. Duri’s eyes never felt so devoid of life before all four of them disintegrated into the air like sands slipping from his hand.
“I feel so—”
Cries from his Master and his remaining two siblings watching his own self forced to be taken away, leaving a heavy burden to the two to set things right when it was supposed to be the three of them .
Gempa remembers it all.
“—tired..”
Tired of fate tirelessly playing around with his Master and his brothers like some kind of twisted comedy. He’s had enough of his incapability to protect them all.
Stupid tears. Foolish emotion from his foolish heart.
Is there any right for him to even vent out all of his feelings? Let alone his Master, what right does he have compared to what Halilintar and Taufan have been through?
Gempa will never be the quake trembling the enemies away from his Master and his brothers. He is just a patch of earth to be stomped on endlessly.
The silence between the three of them is suffocating, to the point he’s too scared to look up to the pair or sapphires and rubies he loves so much after the warm dravite of his Master. He was about to turn in for the day but two pairs of limbs stopped his move.
There is a hand gently patting his head and familiar weight rests onto both of his shoulders. Warm engulfing his figure.
“It’s okay, Gempa.” Taufan’s hand on his head is as gentle as a light breeze. A soft hum followed, light but so lucid from Halilintar. He could feel them tighten their hold onto him.
“Everything will be okay.”
The wall breaks as his sobs flow out from his lips. Trembling hands grasping and clinging onto both of their backs as if the two of them will disappear and leaving Gempa watching them disappear once again helplessly.
Just this once. In the embrace of the two people who've been with him from the start, let his exhaustion slide away with all of his cries.
“Everything is alright now.”