Shedletsky saw Builderman die.
Right. INFRONT. Of. Him. He just stood there, shocked. He couldn’t do anything about it and he knew it. He was on cooldown. He heard Creation of Hatred start playing but he couldn’t move. He just clutched his sword, staring at the body of his friend. 1x1x1x1x stared at him, waiting for him to at least DO something. Did his spirit really break? Did he… “Just end my suffering already.” 1x looked up. “What? Shedletsky, that’s be too easy. Fight me. Do something. Don’t just…stand there.” His words sounded desperate. He wanted to fight his creator. But, not like this.