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Tung Tung Tung Sahur glanced at Saparata tearfully. The other gazed back, a lost, devastated expression in his eyes. They had popped the AI bubble, and there was only one answer. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to leave Saps behind, he truly didn’t, but when given the choice? He would sacrifice one to save a thousand, and that one? It was him.
“Triple T, are you sure there’s no other way?” Saps cried, stumbling forward as his hands wrapped around the others, holding them between the two. Enveloped in a warmth he had grown ever so used to, but one that would simply be a memory in a few more fleeting moments. The wings on his head fluttered, before drooping, lying limply.
Triple T leant forward, resting his forehead against the others. Blinking, he looked towards his feet, watching as they gradually faded, drifting away with the wind. As the rest of his body slowly followed. His hands tightened around Saps’ own, before looking towards the other’s eyes. A colour that had grown to become his favourite, the way they sparkled with amusement and joy forever in his mind.
“Worry not, my friend. I will always be Tung Tung Tung Sa-here.”