A small drabble I have decided to expand a pun
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'You can't help me'
"You can't help them,"
Sov was facing away from the three, Yam was holding back Milk, who looked about five seconds away from snapping someones neck.
"Why can't I?"
'I don't have anything left but being a spirit...'
"There's nothing left to save,"
Yam managed to pull Milk further from Dark, before looking up.
"Dark, please, just let us talk to them- Milk isn't gonna give this up unless he hears it from the source,"
A moment of silence, before Dark's body went rigid, a voice much lighter than the one that had been talking earlier came out of their mouth.
"You really don't know when to stop, do you?"
Sov stared at Milk, a weak smile crossing them, Milk's body went soft as Sov looked around, tapping the sword fastened around their belt.
"This is all I am now, nothing you might try will ever bring me back, you might as well give up,"
"... Why don't you want us to try?"
Sov looked back at him, head lolling to the side.
"Because I don't have anyone left for me, and I have no need to bring the past up to Fondant, he's had to have moved on from me and Crème by now,"
"..."
"So please, Milk, just let the dead rest,"
