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2/6/2016 1:34:45 AM
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".... You know what I'm gonna have to do to get it..."
[b]he removes the mask and takes the knife, now with three red streaks across the hilt and tosses them to Tara[/b]
"'make sure Wheatley gets those... Your gonna have to train him aswell, and this may be our final goodbye Tara..."
[spoiler]am I gonna kill him or naht...[/spoiler]
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She looks at the knife. "I can track him, tell you which one is safe."
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"I can assure you none of them are. That demon worshipper guy will find me... And likely strike me down."
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She clenches her fist around the knife. "It just ISN'T FAIR!" She throws it down. "EVERYONE I LOVE DIES! ALWAYS!" Tears stream down her face.
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[b]he wipes the tear from her face[/b] "I'm sorry... It's for your benefit, but before I go, I have atleast one last question..."
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"What?" She asks weakly.
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"Will you raise poor Wheatley when I'm... Gone?" [b]he motions to the now crying child at his side[/b]
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She looks at Wheatley and smiles sadly. "Yes, I will John." She hugs him.
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[b]he hugs Tara and kisses her[/b] "I'll be off now... Under the small circumstance I survive, don't expect to be alone again.... Ever [b]he smirks and begins to walks toward the hangar, Wheatley cries[/b]
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Tara hugs Wheatley, also crying.
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[i]"w-why does he throw himself at death?"[/i]
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"Because he loves us, and love is a wonderful, horrible thing."
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"[i]im sorry, miss... You seemed to be a good friend of his[/i]"
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She smiles sadly. "You could say that, now come on." She leads him to the cockpit.
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[b]he follows, wiping a tear from his faces d coming back to his senses[/b] "What are you..."
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"I'm an Astral, the last one actually."
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"I'm the last wisp... Now."
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A tear falls from her face as they reach the cockpit.
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Edited by Cosmic: 2/6/2016 12:31:33 PM"[i]why Do y-you cry, m-miss?[/i]"
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She simply puts her finger to her lips as she sits in the pilot chair. "Sit Wheatley."
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[b]he just stands next to the chair[/b] "Why are you so... Emotionally invested in him? What did he do to earn your trust?"
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"He's Lucas' clone, and I suppose somewhere I fell for him. Now sit down, things are about to get fast."
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[b]he grabs onto the door frame and nods toward you [/b]
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She flips some switches and the ship lurches forward.
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[b]he goes flying down the hall[/b]
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"Hold on to your butt!"
