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"You thought we were friends?" The stone knight's stare is as bland as it is cutting.
"Wha—I…" Jestro shrinks back, not really sure of what to do. Or what had happened. The lightning, probably.
"You must have been interesting to keep around at some point, but…" Gray tilts his head, looking like a bird of prey as he stalks forward, "I just don't see it."
Jestro swallows, suddenly incredibly aware of the wind he hears behind him. There's a drop of some kind.
"Yeah," Gray closes a fist around his shoulder, smiling, "I don't see it."
Jestro—
—screams—
—falls.