“So, I’m guessing you don’t want this getting out,” Tattletale spoke, looking at the heroine, “Let us walk away, I keep my lips sealed.”
“I know you were tired, that you hadn’t slept all last night,” Miss Militia told Armsmaster, ignoring Tattletale, “Frustrated, your dream taken from you. But to go this far?”
Yeah, damn. I’ve known you were a reputationaholic dickbag for a while but this is quite the leap.
“It was for the greater good,” Armsmaster replied, without a trace of shame or humility, “If it had worked, Leviathan would be dead, the man holding Empire Eighty-Eight together dead.
Aaand it’s a confession.
And are you seriously saying that you going one-on-one with Leviathan would give you better chances of killing him, something even Scion doesn’t seem capable of? Geez, man, you were admittedly awesome in that fight, but get over yourself.
All of us survivors would have been legends, and this city could have risen from the ashes, become something truly great.”
“It didn’t work,” Tattletale spoke, “Couldn’t.”
Hah! I just realized the dramatic irony of me thinking Armmaster would die with a heroic sacrifice to redeem himself. I hope you guys got a good laugh out of that! 😛
“Shut up. You’ve said enough,” Armsmaster spat the words, looked away from her, breathing hard.
This is what happens when you don’t let her talk.
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