"Don't cry, hold it together, get somewhere quiet and alone and calm down" Logan muttered the steps to himself as he made his way to his bedroom, he wasn't going to bother anyone else this time. He wasn't going to bother anyone else with his stupid worries ever again.

"Perfect~" Cillian whispered as he watched Logan rush to his bedroom. He locked the door from the outside and focused his energy on changing into the trapped side. His image flickered and distorted until a perfect copy of Logan stood in the corridor. Logan turned and left, headed for the things he would need to carry out his plan: information... and a knife.

"Hey, kiddo" Patton said, not turning to see the impostor behind him.

"Hey, Patton. Have you seen Roman anywhere?"
"I think he went to the imagination, why?"
"I just wanted to talk with him. Thank you for your time." Logan said, pulling a large knife from the drawer and walking away so that Patton wouldn't see the blade.

"Great, you have fun kiddo, and play nice this time. I don't want Roman coming back with a bruised ego again."
"Of course, thank you Patton"

"Why, hello, Logan! While it is wonderful to see you, I thought you despised my wondrous land!" Roman gestured to the land around him momentarily as he spoke.

"I have decided to spend some time here, to relax" Logan stated, his eyes glinting with something Roman couldn't quite place.

"I am not so sure, you have a look in your eyes that I do not recognise." Roman responded, approaching the imitator with a confident strut.

"Well, I am sure you are merely imagining things, creating another one of your fabrications." he said, gesturing in the way Logan used to and using the words Deceit had told him to use.

"So, you have figured out how to change back, how is panic at the everywhere handling the switch up?"

"Virgil is fine, I believe." Logan said. What change was the prince talking about? It didn't matter, not to Logan, anyway. Once the prince was only a few steps away, Logan approached, the hand from behind his back falling closer to his side.

"I have something to ask of you, your majesty~" Logan purred, knowing the nickname would distract the prince further and give him what he wanted.

"o-oh! I-I guess... you can... um... ask away!" He stuttered, unsure of the other trait's actions but still feeling incredibly tempted. Logan grabbed the royal's sash and pulled him close.

"Do you believe in true love?" He questioned, his other hand dropped to his side fully now, but the prince didn't notice the shining blade, he was too flustered and focused on Logan's lips.

"Yes" the prince breathed, starting forward to close the gap.

"Too bad no one loves you then" Logan growled, forcing the knife upwards and into the prince's stomach. Roman gasped as Logan pulled out the knife. The royal screamed a moment later, the wound already pouring blood over his mostly white outfit. The impostor left. Not before noticing that Virgil was stood, in shock, a short distance away as he sunk down. He placed the knife on the side and morphed back into himself before he sank down again and appeared by Deceit's side.

"The pencil pusher will join us soon, then there will be hell to pay." Cillian chuckled.

"Soon, Thomas will understand anything. He will be honest and kill no one and everyone will be able to stop us" Deceit growled, his eye glowing brightly. He grabbed Cillian's jaw. The killer looked the liar in the eyes and their lips touched. It was a rare kind of kiss as they only stayed because they were useful to each other and they lacked much compassion. They parted and chuckled. As they had said, soon there would be hell to pay.