- Chapter 11 -

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You know, it’s crazy to think I’m the only one.

I remember the good old days when Kitt hated me.

When Nytro hated me.

When Burn actually cared for me and he and Crush took me in.

Taught me their ways.

Gave me a home and rehabilitation.

That was a great time.

Now what do I have left?

Burn’s dead.

Kitt’s dead.

Nytro’s dead.

I killed my only friend in the world with my own two hands.

He was marked for death anyways.

I know I shouldn’t care.

I know I should relish in the pain of it all, this should be MY habitat.

Yet why do I feel so empty inside?

Marshmallow…

Kitt.

I'm so, so sorry for what I did.

Maybe there was another way.

Maybe I could’ve saved him.

Why was murder the first thing on my mind?

FUCK, I’m pathetic.

No wonder they wanted to kill me.

They should have.

Maybe Marshmallow would still be here today if they had.

Maybe Burn would still be here.

Maybe they’d all be alive if I never linked myself.

If I let Kitt end me that day.

I killed a CHILD.

I was tasked with protecting him.

Yet what did I do?

Took his fragile soul from him when things went south.

He didn’t deserve this.

He was just trying to live his best life, and I ended that happiness.

I understand what it means now to feel despair.

I’m made of it, so this is new to me.

I’m the last one alive.

I never asked for this.

But hey, they’d want me to try.

It’s my time to try to be a hero.

I’ll find the root cause of this and shut it down.

I’ll save the world before anyone else I care for dies.

Do I really care about them?

Was it just Burn who cared for them and I leached off him?

Whatever the case, I can’t let this happen again.

To little Mysti especially.

She’s safe, as far as I know.

And she’ll remain safe.

She deserves to live.

I’ll take her to Lost World if need be.

It’s safer there than here.

Oh, Burn, you poor poor imbecile.

You’ve doomed us all.

Don’t worry, buddy.

I’ll pick up your mess.

And Marshmallow? If you’re listening, somehow…




I’ll make you proud, kid.

- EEEEEEEE---

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Well? What do you say? Do you really forgive him after all of that? After ending your own life by his ha-

What do you mean “I don't hate him”? HE KILLED YOU!

… Yes. It was bound to happen, but I can't just justify the murder of my own brother!

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You are too sweet to people. Even to people I feel don't deserve it.

But, he did say he'll try and make things right.

You're right, Mello. I can't continue to be hateful to everyone. That's how I ended up being before I wound up here.

… You little SOB… I can't believe the fate of the city and possibly the world rests in your hands.

But, somehow… I feel hopeful you'll make it.

… Alright, you ink blob.

Don't let me and the souls of these victims down.






… Good luck, Anomys.

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