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>Geez man chillax
You roll your eyes and set the sun down. "What's the big deal? You sound dumb when you yell, just so you know, I get why you don't usually— hey!"
He has thrust out a hand, grabbed hold of thin air, and yanked it toward him, slamming the space between you shut. You are, abruptly, face-to-face. He jams the crossbow into your stomach.
"You're not going to shoot me," you say primly. "You obviously—"
Ellery's lips thin. The triggers click, the bow-parts (or whatever they're called) zing, and you look down to see your torso swirling like mist. Behind you, the bolts thunk into something heavy.
"...Well," you say, "you just did that 'cause you <span class="mu-i">knew</span> it wouldn't hurt, so that doesn't count. Also, ha! That didn't hurt at all! I am a master of—"
"Could you please just shut the fuck up?" he says. The doubling has mostly contained itself. "Please just shut the fuck up."
You fold your arms. "Maybe if you were <span class="mu-i">nicer,</span> and more <span class="mu-i">helpful,</span> and didn't keep the dumbest secrets ever, then I'd be happy to! But no-o. I have one teeny problem, which you could fix instantly, and all you do is— is doubt me! And ask for <span class="mu-i">explanations,</span> and all sorts of horrible— so no, I <span class="mu-i">won't</span> shut the eff up, which is kind of a hypocritical thing to ask seeing as how you never shut up, eith—"
Where did the crossbow go? That's the first thing on your mind as Ellery plunges his spindly hand into your midsection, grasping... something. Not your <span class="mu-i">organs,</span> surely, but it might as well be: you feel abruptly raw. You stop talking.
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"Sorry," Ellery says. "Sorry. I— I don't— please just get the fuck out of here."
He's rooted you to the spot, actually, but you don't feel like pointing out this out. "Why are you so <span class="mu-i">mean</span> to me?"
"I— what?" The corners of his mouth twitch up. "You— you're— you're barging into <span class="mu-i">my</span> head, stealing my shit, ruining my entire <span class="mu-i">life,</span> and you think I'm—"
He's rubbing his thumb across the whatever-it-is he's holding, vibrating you like a guitar string. You claw your hands. "You ruined your own stupid life! Like... objectively! All <span class="mu-i">I</span> did was tell people about it. And I wasn't <span class="mu-i">stealing</span> anything— I wasn't gonna swallow it— and the only reason why I entered into sacred communion is because you were mean and wouldn't help! So it's your own fault, really."
"Help with <span class="mu-i">what?</span>"
"With— it was really easy! I— I just needed you to activate your <span class="mu-i">sun powers,</span> and then I could either slay you, temporarily, or have my curse cleansed, and— but no! You had to make it weird, so <span class="mu-i">I</span> had to take matters into my own— ngh—" He's gripping tighter onto the whatever. "—hands. I was only going to talk with it a little bit, but it was dumb and useless, just like you. So there."
"Talk with the <span class="mu-i">sun?</span>" Ellery says.
You pause. "Yes?"
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