[KQ] The Limit

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?

Sam stayed frozen for a moment, staring into the old and familiar eyes of the man who had once become a sort of father to him. But Zariah's words, though not directed to him, cut through the air and made him realise. This was not real. It was like one of Ludo's tricks he'd heard of, the impossibly cruel act of pretending to be ones loved ones.

It hurt, but he pulled his eyes away and began to walk to the door.

Suddenly, Cornelius stepped before it. "Samuel.." He began to say in his gentle tone, the one Sam knew meant that he was about to be told a lesson. The softness in the voice ripped at his heart but as he heard Ashetta commit her sins, he reminded himself it wasn't real. This wasn't his tutor.

With a heavy sob he reached for the cube in his pocket, held it in his hand for a moment. He knew it was hard and heavy enough to hurt a monster, had hard and sharp corners. Cornelius had always been fragile.

Closing his eyes tight, Sam mumbled "It's not real.." to himself as he drew his hand back and drove the corner of the cube hard into the side of his mentors head.

When he opened his eyes and continued, something had died in him.

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Sam hits Cornelius in the head with the corner of the cube and continues on (but hes like, really upset about it, what the fuck)

Samuel

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?