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Who| Aunamee and Wyatt -- then R
What| Aunamee dies. Wyatt and R reunite.
Where| Desert arena.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Death
He doesn't know what the final straw was. It could have been Ariadne's execution, the way those government officials smiled with bright eyes and promised no escape. It could have been the knife in his guts, the way Grey told him that he was nothing and how, for a split second, Aunamee believed him. There is a good chance the final straw was when he lay dying at Wesker's feet or when he first realized there was poison coursing through his veins. What is more likely is that this whole thing was inevitable.
The final straw brought Aunamee to his knees the moment his telepathy went silent.
"Hey," he says to the figure ahead of him, blurred by the sun and sand. Since waking up from the poison, his mind has been a forest of thorns and tangled thoughts. He swallows hard enough to swallow a rock.
His folding knife is clutched tightly between his fingers, the blade extended.
"You should turn around and say hello, dear stranger."
What| Aunamee dies. Wyatt and R reunite.
Where| Desert arena.
When| Week 1
Warnings/Notes| Death
He doesn't know what the final straw was. It could have been Ariadne's execution, the way those government officials smiled with bright eyes and promised no escape. It could have been the knife in his guts, the way Grey told him that he was nothing and how, for a split second, Aunamee believed him. There is a good chance the final straw was when he lay dying at Wesker's feet or when he first realized there was poison coursing through his veins. What is more likely is that this whole thing was inevitable.
The final straw brought Aunamee to his knees the moment his telepathy went silent.
"Hey," he says to the figure ahead of him, blurred by the sun and sand. Since waking up from the poison, his mind has been a forest of thorns and tangled thoughts. He swallows hard enough to swallow a rock.
His folding knife is clutched tightly between his fingers, the blade extended.
"You should turn around and say hello, dear stranger."