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TFC, Xisuma had picked him even though no one had wanted him, why? Well, Xisuma believes everyone should get home, even if they are different, all the hermits are not normal. Which wasn’t normal for an admin to do. But did Xisuma not really care?
He didn’t mind sitting down and listening to TFC’s stories, it was quite nice, TFC would tell him a story while Xisuma coded, and sometimes Xisuma would just sit down next to him and listen. Why wouldn’t anyone want this person? He was an amazing person.
But…
TFC didn’t survive the impact of the orb shattering. Xisuma wanted to curl up and cry about it. It was his fault, he tossed the orb off, shattering it. The others served but TFC? He did not...
Xisuma had learned about this from the hermits, who had told him after Xisuma had looked for TFC and came back with no luck. He would have no luck as he.. he was dead.
It was Xisuma’s fault, all of it was his fault. If only he listened to the Watchers. Maybe this wouldn't have happened. If he listened to the Watcher they would have destroyed his server. There was no winning situation. Someone was going to die. And there wasn’t anything Xisuma could do.
Oh, he felt helpless as he watched the hermits gather together talking and planning. They would escape. Get out of this factory.
For TFC, Xisuma knew he wanted them to escape. He had always known more than what the Watchers wanted players to know.
Grief is a silly thing, it takes over everything. It takes over the mind and body. Xisuma couldn’t let it control him. No. Not now and not yet.
He had hermits to care for.