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So perhaps Thomas needed to tell lies every now and again. Patton could acknowledge this after Deceit let Thomas spill a few secrets. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t furious and embarrassed by Deceit’s bitter pettiness. And that didn’t mean Deceit needed to lie.
But he did. Over and over. And the worst part was that the others were starting to enjoy it!
Roman could be caught grinning whenever listening to Deceit, and Logan had started taking false facts as a sign of affection. He would smile, correct them, and just keep going. And if Patton saw Deceit smirk from Virgil laughing at his snarkiness once more…
“People love pretty liars,” Deceit says to him, all silver tongued…silver tongued…
It hadn’t been easy to get Deceit alone, to knock him out, to drag him to his room and tie him down. But this was for the greater good. All for the purpose of making sure Deceit didn’t hurt anyone. Yes, definitely for that purpose.
(Not for the purpose of making him shut up and stop antagonizing him. Not because Patton wanted to be secure in his control of the mindscape. Not at all.)
“Oh, Patton, isn’t this a pleasant turn of events.”
Deceit tries hard to be calm and composed when he comes to, but Patton’s leaning over him, and when his mouth is forced open, some sort of plastic and metal item shoved in to keep it open…well…
He struggles, of course he did, but it doesn’t work. Patton grins down at him, stroking his cheek affectionately.
“Sorry, Dee, but you just keep telling lies…”
He sees Patton reach over and grab something sharp, which only makes him struggle more.
“But! You won’t be telling any pretty lies with no tongue, will you?”