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How long has it been since he found out he passed away? ITrapped didn’t know.
He’d been planning, meticulously, to bust him out of the banlands, undo his mistakes, gain Ellernate’s forgiveness maybe, hopefully… only to find him; or on the contrary, to not find him.
He was long gone. And how long ago did he die? How did he? There’s no way to know; they wouldn’t keep track of the “scum” that die in the banlands daily.
Worst of all, there was no big climax; they didn’t die together, holding each other, running from the admins for some stupid shit they pulled, like he’d always imagined it.
Maybe he died starving? I heard they don’t get fed well in there. Maybe he got exhausted from whatever cruel punishment they inflicted on him? He was always the type to rebel against authority.
It doesn’t matter, he died, rotting in a cell. All because of ITrapped. Of course it still continued to gnaw at him, but its dulled down. He was still grappling with the fact of his death after all.
He thought back to his memories with Ellernate, how he’d comfort ITrapped, and really anyone coming to him in distress, (something that’s always separated him from the cynics ITrapped and Caleb were) Never would he have ever been vulnerable in front of anyone else; not back then and never again. ITrapped would sob in his arms, maybe because of some bad dream of his past, maybe because of some stupid argument they had…
There were many such instances; it didn’t matter.
Ellernate could never bring himself to break down like that. (Maybe he did when no one was around, ITrapped….wouldn’t know.) He’d clench his jaw and collect himself. ITrapped supposed…he needed to be strong for everyone else.
Ellernate wasn’t the type to open up to anyone, despite listening to everyone else’s problems.
ITrapped doesn’t know what was going through his head when he had that pensive look on his face.
He didn’t know a lot of things.
But,
There’s no doubt,
Ellernate’s his closest friend. And ITrapped is his.
He doesn’t know where Ellernate’s from, what troubled him constantly in his nightmares, what’s happened to him in the past…
But that’s alright. Because they were still inseparable.
He doesn’t know what kind of songs he liked, what his favourite colour was, when his birthday was; He doesn’t quite remember what Ellernate enjoys doing during his free time…
But Ellernate’s still his closest friend...
He liked trading…collecting…but everyone knows that…
…
He doesn’t know what Ellernate really liked wearing; he’s always dressed for convenience. Seasons…
He doesn’t like summer…
Maybe..
Or was it his favourite?
…
Ellernate’s his closest friend?
…
He doesn’t remember Ellernate’s voice, his scent, how his skin felt, the jewellery he donned,
He doesnt remember what he looked like.
He cant remember his face.
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He can’t remember his face.
Ellernate’s practically a stranger.