So the Temu Avengers were formed.

Lovely.

For LettuceK, however, it was absolutely not lovely. Imagine that, all the biggest targets of LAW: ParrotX2, Wemmbu, SpokeIsHere, FlameFrags, JumperWho, PrinceZam, Mapicc, TheobaldTheBird, MinuteTech, Jaden_MAN, along with the additional Horace_Altman and Fymada—yes, all of them teamed up against Lettuce.

It was a lost cause, a losing case. Lettuce was tired, all he wanted to do was bring justice and order to the server, turn it into a better place. He wanted to create a place where death was a myth, destruction was a fable, friends never needed a reason to turn into foes...

Perhaps, he may admit he went a bit too far, as far as sacrificing thousands upon thousands of his LAW-men in the name of capturing fugitives, in the name of putting up a fight. He could protest, that he hadn't realized the sheer cruelty these players were ready to inflict on those men, that he didn't know they would all die to them... But that wouldn't bring back all the lives lost.

It was no use.

So he gave it up, willingly surrendered himself to Parrot, claiming that if the server really didn't want him, then it would be better if he were to go. Parrot was merciful, he didn't kill Lettuce but he did chuck the caracal into a prison underneath the Northern Council with you.

You were someone Parrot had captured a good while before, a threat long before the Invis Mafia came along. Sure, they'd locked you up, but your reign had a permanent impact on the server. Lettuce thought he was done for, being locked in a cell with you, but he was pleasantly surprised to find out you were a sweetheart.

Time was a blur down there, he had tried to keep track of the time depending on when the guards brought down food for you two, but it had been a fruitless attempt. Lettuce resigned himself to being stuck down there for a good while, deciding to just tell you everything he'd done for conversation's sake.

"So I sent a thousand players to fight Wemmbu and Flame," He explained from his spot on the cold stone floor next to you, fiddling with the chain linked to his ankle. "They... they killed all of them... and I can't help but think it could be my fault."