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The rain downpours from the widespread skies; and showers the surface, unbidden. Thick, dark mist in the sky shrouded the blue; and had hit the sun, significantly benighting the day. In this rain; a certain blue car drove way past the speed limit.
Tristan drove his car; slamming down his feet on the gas. He zood down the streets with his brows perpetually furrowed.
MiltonTristan's older brotherwas in the front passenger seat of the vehicle. He had been growing impatient. They were loosing ti. He glanced at Tristan as he drove. "You're a bit fast today, Tris. What's the matter?"
Tristan glimpsed at him, and focused on the room again. "You're such a fool, Milton. I had to pay almost all I've got to bait you out of jail. There were caras in the streets. That day you attacked us in the road; you were caught. You're revealing our power to them."
"That's," Milton said, "because we're running out of ti, Tristan. You're too soft. You could have terminated that 'Jin' a long ti ago; and we would have had the task completed. He's a successor, Tristan. If we take him out, we both get to live. It's a"
"For the last ti," Tristan snapped, "I'm not gonna kill my friend. We'll find so other successor; and when we do we'll terminate him. You can change your mind about turning on Jin now, thank you.
"I'm getting tired of you, Milton. I finally understand what Mom and Dad were saying about you. You really are a huge disappointnt. Don't even get started on how edgy you are!"
"You're the one shouting at right now," replied Milton. I'm the eldest sibling. What I say goes."
"You're the eldest sibling yet you're in my car 'cause you don't have one," Tristan put back, narrowing his eyes at him.
"That's because Mom and Dad don't like like they like the rest of you. They despise . All they give is food, and shelter and nothing else. No love. No respect."
"They would've done the sa thing if I were the one doing drugs, Milton. This doesn't have anything to do with them being biased," Tristan gave his attention to Milton for a while, and then looked at the road again.
Milton sighed. "Look, Tris, I don't wanna die at all. I have things to do what my life. Things to fix with my life. You're the one who brought into this 'system-world' of madness, Tristan."
Tristan glimpsed at him. "I saved you that day, Milton. You should be grateful. A Disciple is better than being dead. I saved you."
"You ruined my life," Milton snapped.
"No," Tristan said, "you ruined your life. You thought you could just relax because our family's wealthy. You thought you could be slack, and be led astray. Look at what that has led to. I just don't get"
"That's why I need to live," Milton chid in, "how am I suppose to fix my life when dead? I need to live, Tristan. You don't get how passionate I've beco about fixing my mistakes. I want to make a change.
"I haven't set the right example for my siblings. Instead I caused sibling rivalry. I haven't done anything with my life other than drugs. I have," he averted his eyes, frowning, "a son."
Tristan looked at him in surprise. His lips parted. He didn't know what his brother was facing all along. Milton's parents stopped giving money to him to avoid his purchasing of drugs. But all along he needed the money for his son. He was a nineteen-year-old father.
Tristan didn't bother saying anything related to what Milton's just said. He slowed the car down a bit, and focused on the road for a bit. After a while; he had asked, "How long how long do we have again?"
"Two weeks," Milton replied, "then we're dead."
Tristan sighed; pulling his car aside. He quickly put the car in park, but he kept his hands on the steering wheel. "Milton. I'm sorry. For everything. Ever since everyone realized that you were on drugs, we've gotten too hard on you.
"Mom and Dad were too harsh, and they didn't have to stop talking to you, and caring about you. But I've been going through a lot of stuff recently as well.
"I feel like I'm not doing enough. Doing a lot was the reason why I played Grim that much in the past. But now, I don't feel accomplishnt. I've lost weight, and whatever but I still feel depressed.
"Our father has affairs with many other won. My mother is being abused. I have a system that puts in danger over and over again. Then, there's the fact that I'm worried about you. And finally, my friends.
"My friends have been through a lot this rainy sumr. I feel it for them. Jinthe sa person you want to killlost final bits of family recently. After that, he's changed. He attacked and Dobby a week or two ago.
"He's lost it. I don't even know him anymore. Then, there's Dobby. Dobby was different after witnessing pure atrocity from a recent betrayal, which Jin himself had also experienced. They told that they all had almost been killed that day, and I won't there for them.
"I thought Ashton would be the last person on Earth to change. But I guess," he frowned, "I'm wrong. My system allows to tap into emotions better than any other person. And in doing so, he realized just how depressed Ashton was. His depression was stemd by Jin.
"With all this, I feel as if my entire world is being torn apart. Everything I have is slowly being plundered by despair and evil. And I I can't do anything about it."
Milton placed his hand upon Tristan's shoulder. Tristan raised his head, and looked at him. Milton smiled. "It's okay, Tristan. We all have our struggles. I just thought you were perfect. I'm still surprised that even you have problems."
"I'm sorry I can't help you, Milton. I really am."
"What are you talking about? You still can. We have two weeks. If I live, I'll fix my mistakes. And if you live, you can build the world of yours that is falling asunder. We can do it, Tristan. We can find a Successor other than Jin."
Tristan smiled. "You know what? You're right. We can do it. Let's find a Successor. It won't be easy finding him. Nor would it be easy fighting him. But let's do our best "
"Together!"
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