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Rat, all things considered, thought of himself as a decent guy; or well, he did until he killed Arathian. 

After the adrenaline from everything exploding, and his respawning wore off, he decided to steal Lux’s charter, because really, who can claim a land to be protected if they themself were gone? It probably wasn’t good morally, to be stealing one of the last things she had left of her father, but when was he ever good?

Once he downed an invisibility potion, it was easy to steal, he even put a small statue of himself t-posing because he could. He would eventually give it back, he had no use of it.

What he placed was almost immediately taken down, along with the sign he placed.

He shifted, noticing Diansu and Lux talking, he walked slowly, before getting into hearing distance, he noticed they weren’t talking about anything interesting.

When he tried walking away, he tensed as he saw a figure in the corner of his eye, but when he looked to where the figure was, he just saw the normal landscape.

He tilted his head, but figured it was just a trick of the light, he continued on, and onto the bridge he went.

Rat glanced at the netherite grave, chuckling under his breath, before he continued into the ruins of Bonesburrow, down the steps and to where he saw Arathain die, he frowned slightly, he didn’t like the grave on the bridge, it obscured the path and just overall, wasn’t that pretty.

He patched up the floor to be stable to walk on, and be at the level that he saw them for the last time. He assembled a regular gravestone before grabbing some bonemeal and sprinkling the dust onto the grass surrounding the tombstone; almost immediately, flowers and grass started growing on those patches.

He didn’t put a sign on the grave, people would know who it was for, and he didn’t think he was qualified enough to think of what to put under Arathain’s name. It just felt way too personal.

Rat shifted on where he stood before grabbing a daffodil and laying it carefully on the dirt. He thought about what he should do before walking towards the grave and sitting in front of it, leaning his head against the tomb, and pulling his legs up against his chest.

He wrinkled his nose, he just knew that he would have to wash his dress after this, and he had to hand wash these dresses, because of they’re ‘expensive materials’, it wasn’t even too comfortable, he would rather them use materials that could just be thrown into a dryer.

He opened his eyes and looked to the sky, it was night, which means he should probably sleep(he knew that he could just pull an all-nighter, but he was just too emotionally drained to really want to right now, plus he didn’t have anything he wanted to do.)

Rat felt generally sluggish, and he would go back through the nether to his base, but he hated the nether, so he figured he would just sleep here. The chances of him dying were pretty low, considering Bonesburrow is in ruins, and he didn’t particularly care if he actually did.

He leaned against the tombstone, closed his eyes, and slept,

just  when  he  fell  asleep  he  felt  fingers  combing  through  his  hair