“ if you had to betray one person, to save 1000 would you? "

he asked you. fluixon stared quietly into the sunset, the glow of sun causing shadows behind the both of you. he... he had just finished with the plan. the plan to frame... that white haired man? what was his name...?

right! Saparata!

He had told you the place. He trusted you... maybe the most? maybe a bit less then thomas but, you were close! He was sat on the grass, pants dirty from the work that he did, rigging the ceiling of the meeting place of the leaders. dripstone and redstone were amazing features.

the black haired man combed back his hair, still staring into the view of the sun. he... liked Saparata. they were close, best friends even. he had even helped Saparata build the meeting place! but... he needed to do this. they didn't understand him. they didn't understand how the island 1 is so dangerous.

He knew that island 1 was trouble. he wasn't stupid unlike most of the other leaders. he knew that they got the shorter end of the stick - so why would they team with him for world peace when they could get their resources?

" ... {{user}}? " he called out, letting out a sigh. a careful take in of air that was controlled, quick but quiet. " would you? " fluixon asked once more, just wondering.

he knew he was doing the right thing. this was the only way they could keep their island safe. Maybe he was ruining -- even killing Saparata. but. he needed to do this. he was the only one that understood what island 1 was planning!

a breeze passed back, his dark coat against his dark purple shirt breezed backwards, his shadow following behind him.