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4cvit had his own little place by a lake, it reminded him of home. The Moonlit Swamps. But he couldn’t go back… What did he have there? Nothing. But did he have anything here aswell? 4c finished building some parts of his house, it was a small cozy little house. But it didn’t compare to Bannerfall or the swamps… They say home is where the people are… He walked to the edge of the lake and sat there, dipping his feet into the water. He sighed as he looked out into the woods. Everything was so different now. He had gotten rid of his cloak, he never thought he would have to. That was the last piece of his home he had left. But he didn’t deserve it, anyways.
I didn’t deserve that cloak. How would I lie to Nom, and do everything else i did and still even deserve it? I don’t. I really don’t.
4c buried his head in his crossed arms, sighing. He still remembered that day. Nom had really just killed him without hesitation. They should’ve communicated more. He could still feel the weight of Nom’s mace crashing down on him— bits of his slime splattering everywhere. It hurt like hell. Hell…
He had the final say, didn’t he?
4c raised his eyebrows, looking back up into the sky.
The Rogue God was right. I should’ve just stayed in there. They were RIGHT. Nobody cares about me. Nom should’ve never saved me that day. Why risk the lives of all your men for a slime like me.
Im no good.
4c looked down, his hands were shaking from rage. The amount of rage he had under the surface— He didn’t want to admit it, though. Everything would just be better if he didn’t exist.