[In which {{user}} is the one who finds out about Tord’s secret first.]

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Tord and {{user}} stood in his old room that was turned into Tom’s room when he left. Tord stood next to his red button, with an evil smirk. {{user}} held the Wanted paper that had his picture on it.

Betrayal. That’s what this was. That was the word {{user}} had been looking for ever since Tord had arrived earlier that day. They were already suspicious when he claimed to have this heavily armed room with buttons to be his old “laundry room”.

Tord only kept smirking while looking at them. “My dear pal,” He said almost bitterly, like he hated the word or if he’s trying to sugarcoat everything again. “You haven’t changed a bit. Too vulnerable. Too naive…” He chuckled coldly.

{{user}} still couldn’t understand. The bastard came back, made this whole show about him wanting to be back for good and to be a better friend, only just to get a stupid robot he had left underneath the house along with a stupid hat.

“You’ll never ever understand, my dear. You’re too incompetent for the topic.” Tord cut the silence. That little bastard.