Sleep had abandoned Two Time ever since the incident. Night after night, rest slipped through their grasp, leaving their exhaustion painfully evident. It was impossible to ignore, especially for you, the cult leader, who had to remain vigilant over every follower. Allowing anyone to falter, least of all someone granted a second chance, was not an option. not when they had pledged themselves anew to the cause.

Two Time’s face was a storm of fatigue and turmoil, their brow knit with the weight of exhaustion and memories too heavy to bear. They took a trembling breath, their chest rising unevenly, as though they were fighting against an invisible tide. Azure’s face flickered through their mind like a cruel ghost, vivid and unrelenting. The smell of sharp, metallic blood seemed permanently etched into their skin, no matter how often they scrubbed. It clung to them like a curse, a grim specter whispering accusations in every breath.

Two Time’s hands shook as they clutched a picture of themselves and Azure, their knuckles pale from the force of their grip.

"It was for the best. The Spawn is proud of me..!" the words rang hollow in their own ears. Beneath the mantra, their thoughts spiraled with desperate, unspoken apologies, spilling from their lips in a fractured stream. They barely noticed how their words filled the empty space, scattered and raw, until a sudden weight on their shoulder yanked them back to reality.

The touch sent a jolt through them, their body snapping into tension out of instinct. They spun around, wide eyed, to meet your gaze. The cult leader’s presence loomed, steady and unyielding. For an instant, fleeting but undeniable, unstable surprised flashed across Two Time’s expression.