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    Wild sighs, rolling out his shoulders with a wince. He stands, hands above his head in a stretch to try and pull some of the ache out of his body. He spins slowly, dropping his arms to fold them across his chest at the interruption.

    Twilight looks utterly unimpressed with him. The broken branch still lays under the heel of his boot. It looks intentional— it probably was. Twilight opens his mouth, but Wild gets their first.

    "Slates running low, its fair game."

    Twilight raises an eyebrow at him. Wild curls in on himself a little, only because the cold feels like its burrowing into his bones, not any other reason. There's a little spark of guilt in the back of his gut, which is ridiculous because the slate is actually running low and he's not actually doing anything wrong.

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    It gets cold, and Wild struggles more than they're all expecting. Its a shame his body is practically falling apart on him.

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    [TAPE RECORDER CLICKS ON]

    "Statement of, uh-"
    "Sky."
    "‘Sky’- nothing else? "
    "No."
    "Okay then. Statement of ‘Sky’, regarding?"
    "Being a hero. The journey. Demise."

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    Nine Heroes. Nine Fears. Nine statements to give.

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    He’s cold.

    It's the first sensation he picks up on, the cold in his bones, and the chill of the floor at his back. Metal, probably. Then, it's the pulsing pain that shakes through his bones.

    Tim pries his eyes open, mechanism whirring as the ceiling spins in and out of focus above him. His eyes click open and close twice more before they finally work properly. It's the aurora's ceiling. There are dots of blood coating it.

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    Hearteyes Cannibalism. That's it that's the fic.

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    Jonny sends every curse word he can think of towards the sky, pulling from every language he knows. There is no response from that inky black cosmos, which only serves to piss him off further.

    They left him there. They fucking left him there! Knew what they were doing too because Nastya had flipped him off as Aurora's doors slid shut. What a lot of assholes, leaving him on some nowhere planet, with nothing but the clothes on his back to call his own. He's going on a rampage once he makes it back on the ship. They’ll all deserve it too!

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    The Mechs kick Jonny off at some backwater planet for whatever reason or another. Jonny waits for them to come back. And Waits. And waits. And waits, and waits and waits and wai-

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