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“I want out.” Tommy muttered quietly, stretching as Purpled silently counted money. He had a forlorn expression on his face as he scooped it back up and put it in the ‘never ending’ pouch that held all their money.
“What do you mean, Tommy?” Purpled asked quietly, turning to face him as he tried to dissect what Tommy had told him. It clicked a moment later, just a moment of Tommy’s silence. “You want to leave being an assassin?” Tommy nodded as he turned his attention to the ceiling.
“You… You can’t be serious!” Purpled exploded, his voice forcefully kept down so as to not draw the guards attention to them. “Tommy… To want out is to want death .”
“Not if I did it right… Not if we did it right .” Tommy stressed to him quietly. Purpled stared at him in shock, backing away and shaking his head.
“No… No .” Purpled looked at the door in panic. “Stop… stop talking like that, Tommy.”
“No, no, listen, Purpled.” Pushing himself up and leaning over the side of the bed, excitement beginning to course through him.
“ No. Tommy. ” He growled and Tommy flinched back. He fell quiet, before nodding mutely and turning over in bed.
Tommy bit back a sob as he listened to Purpled’s scream of agony. Magic was a hard thing to learn, but Tommy had always had an affinity for it… So conjuring a fake, but realistic, dead body of himself hadn’t been that hard.
Listening to Purpled scream and cry, begging for him to be alive? Yeah, that was the hard part. He bit his lip as he peeked his head around the corner, watching as Purpled was torn away from his body, tears streaming down his face.
“I’m sorry… Purpled.” Tommy whispered, using the wind to push his voice outward, to Purpled and to Purpled only . “If you ever, ever , want out… Call out my name.” Purpled looked panicked, lifting his head and looking around.
He locked eyes with Tommy once before Tommy ducked away.
Purpled’s scream after that was devastating to walk away from.
“Tommy.”
Tommy forced himself through the shadows, noticing Purpled kneeling at the window, head hidden in his arms which were holded on the desk they'd had since they were kids.
“Purpled.” His head snapped up, turning around and finding Tommy standing just next to the door. “Are you ready to get out?” Purpled nodded, rubbing at his eyes as he pushed himself up.
“Yeah… and then I am kicking your ass for not telling me your plan.” Purpled hissed at him and Tommy shrugged, unapologetic. Deep inside he felt incredibly guilty.
“Had to be realistic, Purp.” Tommy responded, grabbing Purpled’s hand and forcefully making a clone of Purpled. He effectively killed it, laying it on the bed and leaving a knife in the fake Purpled’s hand.
It would disappear and return when the body had been buried.
“Come on, let’s go home.” Tommy smiled sunnily at him. “I have so much to tell you!”
He ignored the tears that welled up in Purpled’s eyes, and ignored when the other hastily wiped them away.
He wondered how many times the other wished to even see him again.