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(SWORD’S POV)
Rocket…
i’m sorry i couldn’t protect you,
you were different, but people still believes on old tales,
i was also used to one of them, but you’re so gentle,
your gloved hand, and metalic hand, it felt soft, despite the size of yours,
you might be grumpy, but you’re also careful, it might hard for you to register emotions, but i know you struggled,
i didn’t know you’re hurt, you don’t even look hurt beside those prosthetic limbs,
you manage to endure from other attacks because of your size,
but even that, you still lost, and it’s not even “someone” who attacked you,
you were ill, but your size makes it impossible to recover, you suffered, a lot,
you never told me you’re sick, you just brush it off like it’s a “minor inconvenience.”
one day…
..
.
not there anymore, i don’t see any trace of you, at all…
I thought they killed you, i thought someone throw you, i thought a very sick and twisted murderer did this to you.
…
but no.
no one did, not even the murderer.
you were sick, for whole time.
are you kidding me, why you never told me the truth?
i could be more prepared for your death.
everyone didn’t know about your sickness, not even Zuka
i make me felt useless, but even if i was there, i would feel helpless.
turns out, most of tinies mourn on his death.
he disappear, after the illness got him, even if he respawn, he’s not the same Rocket that i remember, it won’t be the same exact one.
i know giants are powerful, but even normal illness still kills them as most of us, size doesn’t matter.
i’m sorry, i wish i know.
i wish you just told me about your illness, you were suffering, and you’re losing that battle.
Sorry that i unable to protect you at the end.
you’re just a misunderstood giant, you made everyone change their prespective on giants.
i’m sorry.
sorry.
i just.
i miss you.
I hope you live better there.
…
i’m lonely.