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    "This is what your rebellion costs," Arthur said. "Not just your blood. Theirs." He gestured to the field without looking away. "Every corpse out there followed your voice. And you led them here."

    Alfred's breath hitched. "Better... to die free than live on your leash."

    Arthur's mouth twisted into a half smile. "Still talking. Always talking."

    He reached out, almost tenderly, and brushed a strand of soaked hair from Alfred's forehead. Alfred jerked away as if burned.

    "You never learned when to stop," Arthur whispered. "Too many ideas. Too much noise. Too proud to bow, even when it would have saved you pain."

    He stood, taking Alfred's musket and reversing it with practiced ease. The brass butt-plate caught the gray light.

    "Maybe," he said, "in the dark and the quiet, you'll finally learn to keep your head down. And that mouth shut."

    The butt came down hard against Alfred's temple.

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    Nightmare was in the middle of speaking to the murder trio when he felt it, the distinct feeling of despair that was overwhelming. It was something he had felt before ending up with the three of his cohorts- wards- no, the better phrasing these days would be 'his boys'. He was the oldest by a few hundred years, and they were like children, but in adult form.

    Anyway, it was that exact feeling that had drawn him to each of them, with Killer it was despair mixed with overwhelming guilt. With Dust, it was an emptiness that had come along, just knowing the human was no longer interested in resetting after Dust had murdered over and over, letting him drown in it. With Horror it had been an overwhelming hunger that had caused overwhelming food anxiety that took forever to get under control.

    This- this despair was like that, but there was a sadness, a loneliness, and he could taste it more than any other form of negativity right now. It was the strongest feeling throughout the multiverse and it was calling to him, practically screaming at him.

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    Or: How Cross joined the Bad Sanses. PS: XChara isn't in this.

    [Fic based on a roleplay]

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