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Player can't remember how they got here exactly. A moment ago, they stepped into the Roblox HQ basement to tell Shedletsky that they managed to get their hand on the ghostwalker, and now they are on top of the HQ watching the sunset.
The hero's hair sway gently as the wind blows by. Their head laid on the older man thigh while they watch the sky. They can't see it, but they can feel his talons gently combing through their hair. Moving away the hair that fell in front of their eyes. Their cap is somewhere, abandoned, on the floor.
The sun on the horizon shone in shades of yellow and oranges, warming their skin. They can tell there are a few birds that fly above by the sound of their distant chirps.
It was peaceful.
No enemies that bother them, no puzzles, no responsibility, no swords to retrieve—
But despite everything, they can feel their body refusing to let the peacefulness seep into their bones.
They—
(Hate it? Despite it? Fear it?)
—finds it annoying that even now, they can't let go of their survival instincts. They are safe here, aren't they?
A finger was snapped, returning their mind back to the present. Shedletsky smiles above them. He must have notice how much they look out of it.
"You don't have to be on such high alert up here, you know? Nobody is going to hurt us here."
His reassurances doesn't calm their nerves, but they try to relax–just to not be rude in front of the admin.
"I thought you might like it here, fresh air always help me getting my mind out of things." Shedletsky explained, staring off the distance.
Oh right, now they remember. Shedletsky brought just the two of them up here to relax. It is better than the basement, no floating employees to hear them talking, and alot quieter than they thought it would be. They can barely hear the city from up here.
They still can't get themself to relax though. To be stagnant for once is an odd concept to say the least. Player was now used to moving and swinging their sword that once they don't need to, their fingers stays in it's curled position like it would around a sword hilt.
It's funny because a week ago, they rarely left their house if not for occasional groceries shopping. It's funny because a week ago, they couldn't even lift a sword but now it's all they ever know.
"—With Ghostwalker on our side, We're already three steps closer towards saving Builderman! Just four more swords to go." Shedletsky started to ramble. The weight of his hand left their hair
Sometimes, they wonder how collecting the swords will help with saving Builderman, or if the two correlate at all. They wanted to ask for so long, but the question always stuck in their throat. It must be not important then, they thought.
Shedletsky is an admin. He knows what to do best.
His eyes drift down towards Player's, his finger begin to comb through their hair again, "I'm really sorry that I can not help you on your journey, kid. I hope the swords don't give you much trouble."
Their mouth spoke before they could think, "No, it's okay."
He smiled,
"I know trusting you with the swords is the best decision I ever made."
Player parted their mouth but bites back before anything comes out of their lips.
They won't tell him how their palm blisters underneath the swords' grip. How their fingers slowly grow numb the more times they used the Icedagger. The sicker they feel after battles using Venomshank. How empty, they feel after the Ghostwalker, as if the things that made them them, were forcefully scooped out
The hero brushed their concern aside. Its probably because they haven't rested that well. They are not good at sleeping on other bed than their own. Even then, they only rest to gain back their health.
It's nothing important.
They're the chosen one— (Are they? They were not pure enough to hold Ghostwalker yesterday) —They should act more like it.
Shedletsky continues to rambles, now something about mayor Thaniyel and other sword guardians. It's not something they don't already know about. (Does he know that Cruel King blood stained their hands? That his people are now leaderless because of them? For something thats already set in stone, they still feel.. guilty over it)
Player looks at the admin. The bandages covering half his face are a bit sloppy. Maybe the admin did it himself? thinking of it. Blue and Red couldn't be the reason he ends up this beaten like this, right? They're pretty strong for their age, but in the end they are just kid, and Shedletsky is an admin. He could protect himself better from a bunch of children..
It's probably Noobador fault.
"Noticing anything?" Shedletsky asks.
They just realize they've been staring at him for the past couple of minutes.
"You.. heal alot quicker than I thought you would." Player spoke, still staring at the older man.
"Ah—must be the side effect of the SFOTH swords. I was a wielder of one after all." He look away towards the sunset, his arm drop to his side.
That was vague, but Player wouldn't push too much.
"Anyway it's getting late."
The hero finally sat up. Their hair are a mess, but before they are able to fix it, Shedletsky put their roblox cap back on them. Chuckling when he saw how surprised they looked.
"Get some rest, will ya? Tomorrow is a big day." He pet their head as he stand up with ease. The cane held his weight as he stood.
Shedletsky struggle as he walks to the building with the cane, but he didn't forget to look back at them and wave, "Anyway, good night my little retriever!"
The moment Shedletsky steps out of view into the building, everything feels emptier than before. It was darker now. The sky was in a shade of purple. The birds are no longer chirping. Like their meaning disappeared when he did.
They let out a sigh, Roadtown's inn hot chocolate sounds nice tonight.
...they hope mayor Monty have a story when they came to visit.