"Sorry to address the elephant in the room, but it says Grian was Stabbed, the wither doesn't have hands, meaning he can't hold a sword."

The other two looked at the red-eyed male, thinking for a second before an "Oh" came from both, Iskall jumping to his feet to look over the corner, seeing Grian with a sword, Iskall's sword, in his back. Iskall turned away, the scene forcing more tears into his eyes,

"Can we just.. Get going and try to fix this?"

Tango half mumbled, the two Europeans nodding, starting to walk away from the 8th death in this mansion.

Why is silence the only thing in these never-ending walks consist of? The only noise being the casual sobs or cries coming from Iskall and quiet sad hums from Tango, Xisuma silent and not looking up from his feet.

Iskall tried to take his mind off the bloodied scene from earlier. Going through guilty scenarios of how he could've saved his shorter friend. Tango, on the other hand, was somehow the one feeling the 'happiest' out of the three, just SOMEHOW managing to keep himself together. Even after leaving his best friend from around 8 years, he was somehow fine or at least acting fine.

Xisuma tried to stay alright after all the other two put their trust into him as the admin. He had already failed 8 other hermits, he couldn't fail these two. He wouldn't fail these two. He was prepared to do whatever it takes to save them and get everyone else back. He was prepared to do anything.

X wasn't quite sure how his brain went down memory lane, but the never-ending flashing memories of older hermits leaving struck him violently and wouldn't stop. It wasn't his fault, the hermit just moved on to different things in their life, so why did he blame himself for it? He remembered the closest hermits that left, Python, Biffa, Generikb, Sl1pg8r, their names and many more circling through his head.

The admin felt a tear roll down his cheek, he frowned slightly, unable to wipe it away due to the helmet. Luckily the helmet stopped the other hermits from seeing the tears. Was the uncomfortable feeling and need to wipe them away worth it? He didn't even know anymore.

The lonely trio continued on as always, Tango ahead and Iskall in the back. A small stream of water flowing a few blocks away from the only team ZIT member, catching his attention. He stared into the water, his own reflection staring back, his dark red eyes were pure red in the reflection, catching him off guard. A voice spoke in his head, a British, scratchy, quiet voice was all he heard.

"It's your fault he Died, Tango. You killed him, you killed impulse"

His red-eyed reflection spoke to him, a smirk crawling up the reflection's face. Tango jumped back, the reflection turning back to normal, the other two hermits catching up with him, giving him a questioning look, the red-eyed male just shook it off, trying not to think about it, failing miserably.

"I didn't kill him"

Tango mumbled one last time, stepping over the stream with no emotion, catching up with the others.

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ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. this one I short but oh well.

thank you yet again for keeping me sane man!