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Memory was scared for Core.
Realistically, he knew that she could take care of himself. They were strong.
But in it's mind there was a little voice telling them otherwise.
Because Core had a thing for Heart. And Memory knew how Juno could be.
He knew how Artemis could put up a façade and fake everything around others but be completely different alone.
He knew how dangerous Junk could get. He still remembered the sound of the gun - the screams - the feeling of another axe in his wing and bullets in his legs-
He was getting off track in his thoughts.
/"Core, you in here?"/ Memory asked softly, eyes scanning the room until they landed on Core's puffy pink hair. It wheeled up to him and got himself up on the couch, sittung near her. His legs were pulled to his chest as he spoke.
-"Hey Mem! You okay?"- Core asked, a soft smile on their lips as she sat with Memory.
Memory nodded in reply, a soft affirmative coming out of his lips before he spoke.
/"Listen, I... I want to tell you to be careful around Juno. He's... He's dangerous, Core."/ Memory said in a hushed tone, slightly fearful of Heart overhearing. They knew what Heart would do if he found out - he'd have to bandage up his wings again and he was running out of bandages.
-"... Dangerous? What do you mean? I mean, yeah, there was the incident, but-"- Memory cut Core off.
/"I've dealt with him more than you have, Core. Just trust me, please."/
The calm conversation escalated, and escalated, until the two were shouting and yelling.
/"I'm just trying to do what's right for you!"/ Memory shouted, to which Core replied, -"You don't need to! I'm perfectly capable of doing what's right for myself."-
The fighting went on and on until Core started to get very angry. Juno had given him a "gift" of sorts - the gun that he used to shoot at Mind, and everyone else - and it had a single bullet in it. Core pulled it from her pocket, and, in a swift motion, shot Memory straight through the head.
Memory's lifeless body tumbled from the couch to the floor, blood spilling from the wound in his head like water from a glass.