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When Spoke had wanted to kill Leo at first, Spoke genuinely thought of the man as some big bad scary leader. Like Ashswag. At first, Spoke had respect for the man. He was sensible and point-driven. He knew what he wanted and how to execute it.
Spoke admired it.
But now, Spoke realizes, Leowook is nothing but a bug under his shoe.
Disposable and small.
Leo was never driven by wanting to make the server a better place, he was driven by wanting to make himself feel better.
Spoke watches as he falls into the dark void, the underworld sky encompassing him, the thick smoke filling his lungs as Leo chokes dryly. Dying to the void was always a slow, painful death.
Spoke delighted in it.
He could feel himself glitching as he laughed, the noise broken and high-pitched. All he could do was laugh, even as tears streamed down his cheeks. He falls onto his knees, hands in his hair, as he looks down at the pathetic man below.
He did it.
Mapicc and Zam will never know, now that one of his annoyances is gone.
He won.
But before Leo dies, a final message is sent, whispered into his communicator. Spoke forgot that they worked, some people's communicators had broken, mainly after the mafia.
Leowook whispers to you: I'm not going alone, Spoke.
Spoke scoffs, ignoring it. Leowook doesn't have power over him anymore.
Not in death.
Leowook fell out of the world.
Leowook left the game.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Leo has nothing on him, Leo is nothing but a name engraved on stone.
In fact, Spoke won't even give him that.
Leo will die as a man of cursed power, a man whose power devoured whatever empathy he once possessed.
He wonders if he has anyone alive who will miss him.
A name doesn't come to mind.
He sighs, standing up. He dusts off his scraped knees, looking down at the empty void.
Though Leo's message hangs in the back of his mind like a hangnail as he climbs back up to the surface.
It doesn't matter.
As Spoke's feet touches dirt, his communicator buzzes with a death message. He wants to ignore it, but curiosity kills him.
Mapicc fell into the void.
Mapicc left the game.
Spoke's breath comes in short, labored breaths as he stares as his communicator with tear-filled eyes.
No. No, this isn't happening.
Maybe there's another Mapicc, someone else who wants to impersonate, or a named Wolf—but no.
Thats his Mapicc.
And his Mapicc is dead.