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Spoke walked in the maze. No real direction in mind; every turn looked the same, every corridor stretched endlessly until reaching another dead end, and every step had made him feel more tired than the last. He didn't know where he was actually going anymore—mindlessly dragging himself farther into the maze with hopes of finding the exit. It felt like he was walking in circles—a never ending loop.
Spoke wasn't actually sure if there was an exit to this endless maze. If there was an exit then Spoke would continue to try and find it to escape this nightmare.
Spoke's resources had run out a while ago; food had been reduced to a few golden apples needed only for emergencies, supplies were nonexistent, and the sheer exhaustion clung to his body like chains. He never anticipated things would spiral this badly. Where had everything gone wrong?
No one was with him anymore.
Everyone probably hated him.
And it was all Spoke's fault.
Everything—all the unnecessary deaths, broken friendships, ruined plans—was his fault.
Spoke kept walking within the maze; thoughts overwhelmed his mind, he didn't know what to do anymore. He had nothing left anymore. Hollow and sick of himself, he wanted to try and be a better person originally but things have changed. Recent events had already left him feeling stressed, this just added to the list of miserable things.
He'd missed Jumper.
The same person he'd push away each time they'd try to help him and came back crying after something didn't go his way. Spoke knew she wasn't coming back, he had let her get captured. He was the one Jumper had sacrificed her own life for. He didn't deserve the love and comfort Jumper had given him throughout the months. Spoke had used her as a pawn, dragging her into a game knowing she would fall and lose.
His mind led him back to—Mapicc.
Mapicc wasn't here to give Spoke advice nor to let Spoke know it wasn't his fault, it was Spoke's fault though. Mapicc knew everything was Spoke's fault and yet still trusted him. Spoke didn't know why Mapicc had continued to stay by his side. Spoke had never known why Mapicc had wanted to stay by such a destructive person's side. Mapicc hadn't done anything and yet he was still in Spoke's problems simply because he refused to leave Spoke's side. And now? He's gone; Jamato had probably told Mapicc the truth about Spoke.
Planet?
Planet believed Spoke was still a good person, that was honestly such a lie. The word alone made him laugh. Spoke was anything but a good person. He wouldn't even call himself that, because he knew he wasn't a good person. Not even close to ,,good''. Planet had trusted Spoke so much; he ignored all of the signs, all the red flags, and all the warnings. But he continued to treat Spoke like a friend instead of the hazard Spoke had thought of himself to be.
Maybe Minute?
But Minute couldn't save him. He wouldn't. Spoke looked up to Minute so much for his entire life. Minute was like a father figure to him, Spoke didn't have parents. If Minute hadn't found Spoke that day in the void then maybe things wouldn't end up like this. He was stupid for betraying Minute and raiding the end. He hated the way he had been to Minute. Now he wouldn't be able to hear Minute's reassuring voice, and feel the warmth and safety of Minute's love.
There was no Jumper, Mapicc, Minute, Planet to save him anymore. This was the grave he had dug for himself. He had to face the consequences of his own actions alone now.
A bitter laugh had escaped his lips.
He knew this would happen
Everything had led up to this scenario, Jamato would soon catch up to him, eventually killing him. Ash had been correct all this time. Spoke still remembered the person he had hated so badly, and now he was like their parallel. He hated how similar they were. Ash knew Spoke would eventually become worse than him.
Spoke never wanted any of this to happen. From the start he just wanted to help the server with Jamato, but now? That vision had long been abandoned, being replaced with a fake illusion of everything going together as he planned only to be wiped away like fog on glass.
He started everything, but could he end everything? Or just leave his ruins for another player to fix? Nobody knew.
He doesn't deserve to have friends anyway. He didn't deserve anything.
At this point it was useless to even try to find the missing players. The hope that had been drilled into his brain disappeared the moment Mapicc had gone away from Spoke. The players would eventually find their way out hopefully.
This server was doomed from the start anyways.
He heard a familiar sound, his stomach flipped, he knew what it was. As Spoke hesitantly lifted his head he saw a Nether portal. Null was here, he was going to be dead once and for all. He quickly turned back sprinting as fast as he could trying to get as far away from the Nether portal. His hunger dropping, he was starving with no food left in his inventory. He couldn't sprint anymore, with his legs giving out he had to think of a plan. But to his horror another Nether portal had popped up right in front of him blocking his path.
He had nowhere to run. He couldn't go forward as there was a Nether portal in front of him but backwards there would be more people scouting out for him as well. He was trapped in the worst situation ever. The Null squad behind him was rushing forward, already reaching him.
There was no opportunity to escape. Except to mine.
"Please.. please, please, please, please" He muttered under his breath, closing his eyes hoping that when he opened them the nametags would magically disappear.
Spoke mined into the walls of the maze praying that he wouldn't be found. But it was too late the Null had reached him. They had mined into the walls as well just to reach him. Spoke tried fighting back with his bow, firing shaky arrows toward the players chasing him, but exhaustion had ruined his aim. His attacks were weak, sluggish, predictable. Hunger and fear had drained whatever strength he once possessed.
In his useless attempt to defend himself he held up his shield closely to his chest, taking his axe from inventory to try and protect himself. His hands were shaking awfully hard, Spoke’s grip slipped against the shield handle. He was not ready to fight at all. He was just... Scared.
Scared of everything.
Scared of being alone.
Scared of being—nothing.
Another Nether portal had appeared, this time facing Spoke's direction. Jamato had stepped out from the portal. Jamato had finally cornered Spoke, he didn't even need to break a sweat since Spoke had walked mindlessly into his hands.
Jamato sighed.
"Are you even surprised? It was always going to end like this." Jamato said his voice was laced with venom. Spoke scoffed weakly despite the fear engulfing him.
"W-... Why?... Why do this?.. Why do any of this?—"
Spoke was cut off by Jamato.
"How? how many people are going to take the fall for you?"
Jamato stepped closer to Spoke who was in the corner looking smaller as ever, Jamato continued on.
"To keep you going, to keep ruining everything? I have tried to reason. I have tried to remove, but even killing you would not be enough to save the world."
Spoke shrank even more into the corner trying to back up into a wall which would do nothing. Spoke breathed in a sharp breath.
"But why?.."
Spoke paused.
"No. Why go out of your way to steal thousands of players from spawn? I mean, we don't have Mapicc and Jumper here to hide anything. At least we can talk one on one. So, what is it then?"
Jamato looked at him with those sharp eyes, unfortunately, they were hidden behind his mask but Spoke could feel them burning into his void white eyes. Jamato stepped closer, boots scraping against the ground.
"Because everyone deserves a chance to make their own way, to feel free to explore the world and make their own mistakes, their own choices. But somehow, it always ends with you. It always ends with death and destruction. And that is why Null exists."
Spoke's eyes widened.
Sure, he's heard countless of people blame him before.
But hearing it from Jamato felt different.
The words hit him harder than any weapon could do.
Spoke opened his mouth to argue, but no sound came out.
Jamato stepped over the scattered arrows, pausing before Spoke.
"To bring the trappers, griefers, and the killers to justice."
His gaze hardened.
"To bring you to justice."
Spoke didn't know what to respond with. His brain is still trying to process what Jamato had just said. His mouth slowly opened.
"Talk about justice...?"
Spoke stared right back into Jamato's eyes, he could see those black eyes through his mask that once looked at him with care now replaced with a burning hatred for him.
"You look at what—like— look at everything you've done!"
Jamato seemed unamused, his eyes remaining sharp with indifference.
"Everything I've done isn't enough because I'll admit that capturing you wasn't easy. I've spent months training for this. Training everyone for this mission."
Spoke looked around at the players circling him and Jamato as they have their conversation. Knowing every single one of Jamato's soldiers hated his guts.
"But not only you survived, you managed to kill. You've managed to stay fighting and I resent that."
Spoke eyes landed back on Jamato as Jamato said those last few words.
"I mean... What do you expect?.. You sent soldiers to spawn to capture me? You captured Mapicc. Let's not forget that. You- you took them for a month. You took them weeks before you even attacked me! And you think I'm not going to just fight back against them?.. Of course, I was going to try and kill them. And I was successful. I-I killed your leader."
Spoke stopped. The next line he was going to say was a bluff because looking at Spoke right now, he was a wreckage compared to the carefully composed man in front of him.
"I'm ready. I was always ready to kill more."
Jamato let out a chuckle. Oh, how pathetic little Spoke was right now. If only Mapicc was here to listen to his ""best friend"".
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Because through all of that, I realized something. After you killed my soldiers, there's no point in capturing you myself when I already have someone to do it for me."
Spoke thought he had the upper hand but Jamato was millions of blocks ahead of him.
"Are you talking about Mapicc? Mapicc was in on this?! You think- You said!-"
Spoke kept stuttering as Jamato watched his little entertainment toy crumbling right under his finger.
"No, of course not. He still thought that I was dead. But, I sent a message to Null to let Mapicc escape."
Jamato moved closer toward Spoke who was still in the same corner since earlier.
"And from there, he found you. And brought you right where I need you."
Spoke stood there voice trembling not knowing what to say next while Jamato just smirked.
"But that's not it. Throughout your mission of forming up an army, you and you alone have successfully led me to the rest of the rebel camps. And because of you, Ally, Dev, PlanetLord, Dylan, Cookie, and now Jumper are all in my hands. Because of you."
Spoke couldn't breathe. It was hard to. It felt like there was a pressure in his chest restricting him from breathing. He was helpless against all of Jamato’s schemes. He couldn't do anything to save them, all he could was listen as Jamato kept piling problems on top of one another.
"What was I supposed to do..? I mean, you infiltrated my team. You blackmailed me. How was I supposed to tell anyone..? How was I supposed to prevent this..? How is it..? It was always meant to end like this..."
So, Spoke knew. He knew that Jamato would capture him. He knew this was going to happen to him one way or another. So why did he even keep trying?
"And do you know why? Why will it end exactly how I decide it will? Because I own the truth. I can tell them anything, any lie I want to."
Jamato leaned in close to Spoke's ear. Spoke didn't move because he couldn't, fear stopped him from moving.
"But honestly, nothing I could ever fabricate is better than the disaster you've created for yourself. You ruined your life better than I ever could have."
Jamato stood straight up again, he looked at the voidling who was on the verge of tears.
"Also that chest plate of yours."
Jamato reached out to touch the netherite armor, gliding his finger against the cold metal.
"Don't tell me you still reminisce about the past where you and I used to be friends. Because that past me is gone. I've changed for the better as much as you have."
Spoke wanted to speak but he couldn't because all those things Jamato had said were true, and Spoke knew it.
"I'm done here."
Jamato walked away from Spoke, his guards going into the portal after each other. Spoke just stood there not being able to believe the words that Jamato had just told him. Honestly he just wanted to go back to the base and talk with Mapicc. It was useless to even try anything anymore. As Jamato was about to step into the portal, Spoke gathered his courage to ask one last thing.
"Wait-.. Jamato, are you going- are you going to tell them what I've done..?"
Jamato glanced back slowly at Spoke before speaking.
"The better question is, how long do you think you can hide the truth?"
Jamato stepped into the Nether portal before disappearing entirely. Spoke let out a shaky breath as he made his way to the Nether portal bringing out a water bucket to break the portal. After confirming it was really broken and no other Null players could go out of it unless they lit the portal again, Spoke walked away. He glanced back at least several times just to make sure no one was following him.
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The maze became dark, as night fell over. Since there wasn't much light aside from the small candles, Spoke lit up fire along the way to see the path, it would extinguish itself so Spoke didn't need to worry.
Spoke continued on making his way through the dead ends and split ways of the maze, until he reached an entrance. Moss coated most of the floor while there were flowers on the edges of the wall. Inside he saw a spiral staircase leading up. He wasn't sure if it really was the exit, he hesitated going in as it might've been a trap set by Jamato.
Spoke really wanted to escape this place, it was too eerie for his comfort and he was alone with no one. But he also wanted to save Mapicc or Jumper at least if he couldn't save the rest of the 1000 missing players. He went back into the maze looking around if there was anyone. A familiar figure in the distance caught his eye.
Spoke walked towards the familiar figure.
It was Mapicc.
Mapicc, it really was Mapicc. Spoke's dear best friend whom he could never leave behind. A smile crept up Spoke's face. Maybe Mapicc still had at least a bit of trust left in him that could trust the exhausted voidling walking towards him right now. Maybe, just maybe.
Spoke called out to Mapicc, his tone happy despite Jamato's haunting words echoing in his mind.
"Mapicc!- Mapicc, Mapicc. Listen!.. Listen, I-I don't even know how you got here. I don't know who you've talked to, who you've seen, but I know where the exit is. We can get out of here. We can go. We can- We can leave this place. All right?.. We don't have a lot of time. He's here-"
Mapicc cuts Spoke off before he could say anything else. Mapicc walked closer to Spoke.
"Spoke."
The shaky smile on Spoke's face slowly disappeared.
"Jamato told me that it wasn't Leo who tried to kill him. It was you, bro. He told me everything."
Mapicc paced around the small space, before looking at Spoke dead in the eyes.
"He told me everything."
His voice was lower. An unreadable expression on Mapicc's face. Was Mapicc mad? Heartbroken? Sad? Spoke didn't know, he wasn't the best at reading emotions.
"I-.. It doesn't matter what he said!"
Spoke said, his voice shaking.
"That's the most selfish thing you've ever done, Spoke."
Mapicc's voice was different. Sure it was Mapicc's voice, Spoke's best friend's voice. But it wasn't the loving and warm voice that Mapicc used only when speaking with him.
"He's trying to turn you against me, Mapicc! I don't know what you're talking about! We can go! We can just go!"
Spoke said desperately trying to reason with Mapicc.
Deep down, Spoke knew he could never repair Mapicc's broken trust.
"No, bro. When you killed Jamato, we could have roamed the server free, bro. We could have explored, bro. But you had to have your little pride moment with Leo. You dragged us all back into this. "
Spoke knew Mapicc had now lost all trust in him. Spoke refused to believe that though, he still wanted to hang on to that little hope that says Mapicc just needed to be convinced.
"I couldn't.. I couldn't have said that. If I told you and Zam that I tried to kill Jamato there, you would have just turned against me there. But because of my decision, we were able to go back to spawn and I was able to finish off Leo. We don't have to worry about Leo."
Spoke paused to look at Mapicc, Mapicc's eyebrows were furrowed, a frown on his face. Spoke backed up a few steps, scared. Scared of Mapicc, this wasn't his lovely and bubbly best friend.
"But we got to go. All right, we're not going to be able to leave this place if we're not like-... Null's going to come here any second. Like, we still have a chance to explore this server!.. I don't know if we can save the players. We can come back for them. I just wanna go back to spawn."
Spoke was fighting back the urge to cry. He couldn't cry now, not when they're so close to leaving.
"I just want to see everyone again.."
"Please... The exit's just down here!..."
Spoke's voice was a quiet whisper.
Mapicc used a wind blast to block off Spoke's path. Equipping armor Spoke has never seen, Mapicc held a sword in his dominant hand.
"Spoke, bro."
Mapicc said, looking up to stare at Spoke's terrified expression.
"I'm not letting you leave here."
Spoke ran as Mapicc lunged at him, Spoke tried his best to avoid Mapicc's attacks towards him but he wasn't successful. He frantically ate the last of his golden apples he had been saving. He had his Alt chest plate on, the same one Jamato had given him back at the start of the server. It thankfully lessened the attack's strength.
"You manipulated me for this entire time!"
Mapicc said with spite in his voice, each word he said sent daggers into Spoke's heart.
"Manipulated you?!"
Spoke said his voice rising as he ran through the maze, his knees threatening to buckle.
"You just did what you wanted me to do so that I would be on your side!"
Mapicc said as he rushed in front of Spoke to make him dash to the side that was full of cobwebs, to trap him.
"My chest plate..! My chest plate, Mapicc!"
Spoke said as his chest plate's durability lowered down making Mapicc's attacks full strength towards him. He didn't want to lose the only thing he had of the old Jamato.
"Ohhh, this is a tough scenario!"
Spoke heard his beloved chest plate break. He opened his eyes as he glanced down, there was no armor on him anymore. He had just lost the thing he loved the most. Mapicc's blows on him tore his hoodie, making deep cuts and slits on his body. White blood dribbling down his ash grey skin. It was so painful mixed with his aching heart. Spoke felt pain both mentally and psychically, he hated this so much. Mapicc hadn't stopped making new cuts on the already bleeding body.
"No way. The infamous chest plate is gone."
Mapicc laughed, he always wanted to break that stupid chest plate he hated how Spoke worshiped it so much. Mapicc broke the cobwebs to look closer at the bleeding voidling who was trying to back up into the remaining cobwebs. Trying to hide himself from being seen so vulnerable in front of his now ex best friend. Spoke let out a scoff.
"Mapicc. I have nothing left. I have no golden apples. I have no armor left."
Spoke said as he gripped his bleeding arms. Mapicc just watched as he let out a chuckle, looking at how vulnerable and weak Spoke was now.
"Bro, is this how you were thinking this would all end? When you were manipulating me? What? What was your goal?"
Spoke didn't know what to reply to that. He stood there wide-eyed at the stranger he'd used to kill for, he used to value Mapicc over himself. He still did, he just didn’t want to admit it.
"Manipulating you...? Are you serious..? We have been friends for almost 2 years. You think I-.. You think I wanted it to end like this?"
Spoke's voice was raw with desperation. Mapicc wondered if Spoke was just lying to him or he was actually telling the truth, he remembered Jamato's words. Right.. Spoke was just manipulating him, a worthless person nothing without his lies.
"No, you just wanted to get away with it."
The tears Spoke was trying to hold back for so long finally fell, the stream of salty water dripping down on his now torn hoodie. He tried to wipe them away but it just kept coming back.
"I mean, what do I even expect? What was I thinking? Of course Jam-.. Of course, Null wasn't the one who was going to kill me. Of course, Jamato wasn't going to be the one to kill me."
Spoke felt like he was being strangled.
"He wanted you to do it.... You're going to be the one. You're going to be the one that's going to ban me."
Spoke locked eyes with Mapicc, he couldn't see that much since his eyes were blurry from the constant tears flowing down his face.
"Oh, Mapicc. I have no more armor left. I have no food left. I have no healing. I don't even have a sword..."
Mapicc pointed a spear right at Spoke's forehead threatening to jab it in. Spoke's head hit the wall as he tried to lean backwards. Spoke looked at Mapicc with a broken smile, at least it was Mapicc who was going to kill him, not anyone else. Spoke closed his eyes as he continued on.
"I don't have anything. I don't know what you want from me.."
He waited for Mapicc to just end him already, but opening his eyes he saw Mapicc gritting his teeth. The spear in his hands switched to a diamond axe. Mapicc hated the fact Spoke just accepted the fact he was going to die.
"Spoke."
"What direction is the exit."
Confusion flashed across Spoke's face, he wasn't expecting Mapicc to spare him. He didn't want to run anymore he just wanted to die by Mapicc's hands.
"I-it's the direction I came from. It's down that hall."
A Nether portal appeared behind Mapicc. Mapicc had no idea there was a portal behind him; instead Mapicc just talked to Spoke oblivious to the Null players behind him.
"Spoke, I'm going to leave here on my own. And I suggest you do the same and you go to the Farlands and you live a little life or you push Null and die."
Mapicc finally looked behind him. Yet he paid no attention to the Null players behind him splashing potions ready to fight.
"But Spoke, if I ever see you at spawn again."
As the Null players began to attack Mapicc, Spoke could only watch as his former best friend fought.
Mapicc didn't know if what he was doing was right but having to live with the guilt of killing Spoke with his bare hands was too much for him. They were strangers with thousands of good memories with each other. Mapicc swore under his breath and the Null kept attacking him, constantly glancing at Spoke who was huddled in a corner watching the fight, his expression all fragile and broken. He had never seen Spoke like this ever, was this still 'his' Spoke? Mapicc didn't know.
Mapicc grit his teeth. What was he thinking? Spoke was an evil manipulative person, but looking at him now? He didn’t seem to be like that. Spoke only looked… Broken? It was weird seeing him like this, a wreck of tears.
“You think I did this?..”
A quiet noise was heard from Spoke. His voice wasn’t the usual happy and excited tone, it was a sad strangled sound instead. You could see obvious guilt in Spoke’s eyes, what if Spoke didn’t do all of this? Maybe Mapicc and him could live peacefully, but what-ifs could never save their destroyed friendship.
“Anything to bail you out. This is insane.”
The clash of weapons echoed through the maze while Spoke stayed frozen in the corner. Spoke couldn’t even do anything, he felt like a child again. Unable to do anything useful but just watch. Watch as the friendship he so carefully made goes down into pieces with nothing he could possibly do. This was all his fault.
“Spoke what did you want? What are you doing bro?”
Mapicc was now surrounded by the Null. He was stuck in a cobweb getting attacked constantly by the Null.
Spoke wanted to answer Mapicc’s question but he didn’t know what he wanted. What did he want to happen? He went into this with no idea of what could happen in the future. Maybe he just wanted to go back to spawn and see everyone again. But that could never happen now.
“What am I supposed to do..?”
Spoke’s voice trembled. You couldn’t really hear him since his voice was barely audible. The sounds of swords against metal overlapped Spoke's voice.
Mapicc had taken off his armor getting led by the Null into the Nether portal, eating his golden apples to regain his health.
Spoke quietly watched.
“Nice Spoke. Nice.”
“Sorry..”
Spoke heard the last word Mapicc had said. Sorry? It was all Spoke’s fault, not his so why was he apologizing?
All the Null players had left but Spoke remained in the corner. He was on the ground sitting, head in his hands and he was crying. Spoke didn't hear the footsteps gradually getting closer to him as his ears were ringing, blocking out every other noise.
Spoke felt someone watching him. When he looked up he saw the person who had started all of this.
Jamato.
This was the person who had made Mapicc like this. This was the person who had single handedly ruined his life. But Spoke didn’t hate him. Although Jamato had ruined his life, Spoke could never forget the Jamato who had been his best friend. The Jamato who had shown him the exploits and had wanted to save the server with Spoke. But, Spoke being the walking misfortune he had always been, abused the exploits. If Spoke hadn’t done that then maybe Jamato and him would've still been best friends.
Jamato stood in front of Spoke.
“Spoke.”
“This is your legacy now. Not as the hero you claimed to be, but as the reason the rebels fell. All of them. It’s on you.”
Spoke listened to Jamato not saying a single word. He already knew it was because of him everything fell apart. So why was Jamato reminding him of everything he did? Probably to taunt him. To see if he was still the aggressive Spoke that would’ve probably lunged at him by now. But this Spoke didn’t. It wasn't better how they were just silent. The silence was somehow suffocating. It maintained the uncomfortable aura surrounding them.
Jamato spoke first.
"If you ever want to see Mapicc again, I'm going to need you to drop everything on the floor."
Jamato pointed down on the ground.
"Right there."
Spoke slowly stood back up, dropping everything in his inventory.
Jamato watched Spoke drop every single thing, Spoke looked defeated. But why didn't Jamato feel the accomplishment of seeing this? Wasn't his plan to see Spoke's fall? So why did it feel so wrong to be doing this? Or did Jamato just want to see his best friend again and experience the endless wonders of the server with him. Regardless of what Jamato wanted, it didn't matter anymore because Spoke probably hated him now. It was too late to try and save their friendship.
Spoke had finished dropping all his items onto the ground.
"That's all?"
Spoke let out a quiet sound of agreement as his answer, letting Jamato know it was everything in his inventory.
Jamato put down an ender chest.
"Ender chest too. You're not done yet."
Spoke hesitantly opened the ender chest, placing down all of his other items with ones that had used to be in his inventory.
"That's the last of it?"
Spoke gave Jamato a small nod.
Jamato pulled out a flint and steel, planning to burn all of Spoke's remaining items. The two watched as the flame rapidly consumed all of the things Spoke had left. Nothing Spoke had put down was left, all reduced to ash.
"Good."
Jamato let out a sigh of relief.
"Now that everything's sorted, I'm going to need you to step through this portal."
Spoke walked to the portal, stopping in front of Jamato. He didn't know what awaited him beyond the portal; where it would lead him and what would happen to him. But if Spoke could see Mapicc again, then Spoke would do whatever Jamato wanted until he got to see Mapicc.
"This is the end, but not for the server."
Jamato stopped, stepping closer to Spoke. Jamato's boots scraping on the ground's surface.
"It's a new era. That'll be better without—you."
And with those words, Spoke's eyes looked into Jamato's eyes for the first time during this entire conversation. His white eyes meeting the jet black eyes of Jamato.
Jamato saw the fear and anger mixing together in Spoke's eyes, his composure faltering for a moment. He really didn't want to be against Spoke. He just wanted Spoke to change his ways. Jamato didn't want Spoke to end up as another Ash.
No, because Ash was a—monster. Spoke wasn't a monster. Because although Spoke did his share of horrible actions, he had good intentions for the server. Ash did originally want good on the server however, the feeling of power over powered him making Ash addicted to being the one in control, leading him to making the server worse. Jamato refused to watch Spoke become the same thing.
Spoke felt wary of what was going to appear beyond the portal. The sense of dread lingering on him. But if he was going to see Mapicc, Spoke would be willing to do anything to just sneak a glance at Mapicc. Eventually he stepped in the portal, darkness consuming his sight.
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