After they teleported back to His base, Xisuma ran off to his bathroom. He removed his helmet off and threw up into the toilet. What was he doing? Beef, one of his closest friends was gone. All of those soldiers. They were dead. It was his fault. He killed them. Tears rolled down his face and he vomited more. He finally stood up and took one shaky breath.

The admin looked into the mirror and lifted up his shirt. As he expected there were about a hundred scars. Small ones. Likely more on his back. He knew this would happen. Every time he let someone die a new scar would appear. The more important the person was to him the bigger and more painful it was. There were many small ones for the soldiers. Then there was one large one over his heart. It was for Beef. It was painful.

He sighed and looked at the two scars on his face. They had been there for so long. His parents. He couldn't save them. Just like everyone else. He cried more.

Meanwhile, Evil and Scar were standing outside the bathroom door.

"Hey, you should go talk to him." Evil suggested. "I would. He's my brother and I love him. But I'm not good at these things. I tend to just make things worse."

"You know what. I think you should give it a shot. It would mean so much to him."

"Are you sure? I'll just end up messing things up and-

"It's fine." Scar interrupted. "I'll be there with you."

Evil Xisuma nodded and opened the door. Xisuma was sitting against the wall, eyes red and staring into space. Evil walked over and sat down next to him. "Hey bro. It's not your fault, you know."

No response.

"You can't help it. We have to stop them. You don't have a choice."

Nothing.

"Come on X. Say something!"

"I killed them." Xisuma said, still staring down.

"No you didn't. What are we supposed to do. Let them destroy and take over the server. We have to fight them."

"I should have been smarter. I'm not even strong enough to bring people back from the dead"

"You don't have to be." Evil put his hand on Xisuma's shoulder. "They just need a leader. No one could have predicted that would have happened."

"I could have."

"Come on. They need a leader. Let's take our server back."

Xisuma nodded. "We don't have a choice."

"That's the spirit. Let's fight for our freedom."

Xisuma walked back out to the group. "Listen everyone. This is your last chance to back out. Pearl can take you on the first boat back."

Pearl nodded. "Anyone who wants to leave, come with me."

No one moves.

"Are you sure about this. I can't promise you'll survive."

A few answers were given in the crowd.

"I'm not backing out now!"

"Let's avenge our fallen comrades!"

"I don't have anywhere to go back to anyway. Let's fight!"

Xisuma felt the hope flow back into his body. He knew it was a bad idea. It would just hurt more later. But he let it happen.

He raised his hand up. "For freedom!"

Everyone else mirrored him. "For freedom!"

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Grim pushed Hels. "Could you really not beat Evil Xisuma? Weak!"

Hels growled. "You didn't do much good either." He aimed for a punch at Grim who dodged.

Grim drew his scythe. "Let's go fire boy. Fight me."

"Fine. Prepare to die, death breath." Hels threw fire and Grim jumped out of the way. He swung at Hels neck to which Hels blocked with his own blade.

Hels looked at him. "How about I cut you a deal? You leave me alone. And in return, you get to keep your perfectly shaped head."

"I could kill you easily!"

"Yeah right!"

"Why don't we find out then." Grim lunged at him. Suddenly and a whip grabbed his arm, stopping him. Somthing flew down and swooped Hels into the sky.

"Hey, what are you doing? Put me down!" Hels was being held up by Grian.

Grim looked back at Stress. "Why did you stop me?"

"I'd rather not lose another teammate."

"I wouldn't die. I could easily kill him."

"I know."

Grian dropped Hels. Iskall death stared them. "What do you think your doing? We're struggling enough here without infighting!"

"He called me weak, I'm not weak." Hels said, angrily.

"You're acting like children! Hels. Take a walk. Grim. Meet me inside."

Grim walked inside. "What?"

Iskall sat down. "When I decided to add you two to my team i was scared that this would happen. That you would constantly fight. But you weren't. You worked so well together. But ever since Stress joined it's been different. Do you know why?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"Hels is alone, Grim. He doesn't have anyone."

"He's got the other freak. Wels"

Iskall sighed "He hates him. They have totally different ideals. You're someone he can relate to. You were his friend. When Stress appeared, you abandoned him. You completely stopped talking to him. Even worse. You called him weak. Hels defines his entire worth on his strength. Don't make him focus on his loss today. We're a team."

"Tell him to stop being a baby. We're not children." Grim started to leave.

"Then you need to stop acting like one!"

Grim growled and walked off.

That night they ate in silence. Hels still hadn't come back. Grim and Stress ate the soul of a pig earlier. Grian made pork chops and they were good. He seemed a little sad about the mood though. He heard the door to the castle open as Hels walked in.

Grian looked up. "You want some Hels. I can reheat it."

"I don't need your food, hermit scum." He walked off into the workshop.

Grian didn't even look that hurt. He just sighed and chucked the frying pan he was holding onto the table. He walked upstairs into the tower which held the bedroom he shared with Mumbo. The bottom bunk was covered in redstone dust and little trinkets. He didn't know how Mumbo slept in it. He climbed onto the top bunk. He really hoped that everyone could work as a team. But no. Him, Mumbo and Iskall were the only ones who can work together. Grim only listened to Stress. And Hels. Well, he hated everyone.

He leaned back on to his pillow. It was stupid to think it could be any different. He worked hard on the pork chops. He hoped it would make people a little more happy. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Room for one more?"

Grian looked down at Mumbo and shrugged. "Come on up."

Mumbo sat next to him. "I don't know what magic you worked with that food but it was great."

Grian smiled. "Thanks."

"Just ignore Hels. He's different. It's not personal. You did a good job. Even Grim and Stress appreciated that you put in the effort to keep the pig alive so they could have the soul. At the end of the day, I've got your back. And so does Iskall."

"Yeah, you're right." He looked at the bags under Mumbo's eyes. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Last night. I just stayed up a while."

"You should sleep."

"Nah I'll stay with you for a while."

"Thanks buddy."

The talked for some time until Mumbo stopped answering. He fell asleep. Grian threw the blanket over him and jumped down. Looks like he's sleeping on Mumbo's bed tonight. He got curled up and fell asleep.

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Joehills looked at Cleo. Xisuma left a while ago to give them space. She wasn't answering. She was basically the same as when she served Iskall. Except she didn't serve Iskall. She was just. He didn't have a word for it. Empty?

"Hey Cleo. Are you in there?"

He looked into her eyes. She didn't seem any different then she normally would be. Still, she didn't respond.

"Cleo. Please answer me."

This time she turned her head to him.

"Cleo? Are you there?" He felt a spark of hope.

"I don't know."

He felt some excitement. "Do you know who you are?"

"I can't tell. I know I'm someone. I just can't remember who. I hurt a lot of people. So many people."

"Cleo. You're Cleo. And that wasn't your fault. You were made to do that."

Tears started forming in her eyes. "Who am I? Why am I a murder? Help me."

Joe hugged her. She stood there for a while. "Who are you?"

"I'm Joe. Your best friend. Don't worry. I'll help you remember."

"Thank you. I found this in my pocket."

She pulled back and held a list to him. There were four names. Cleo, Etho, Doc and Xisuma.

Joe stared at it. "This must be the people they planned to take. Thank god the only got half of them. We just need Etho back. Do you remember anything with Iskall."

"I only remember hurting people. Is that who I am? A killer?"

"No Cleo! That's not you!"

"I hope not. I really hope not. I'm scared. I'm confused. Please help me change." She stared helplessly at him..

"I will Cleo. I promise."

"Can I have a hug again. It felt nice."

Joe hugged Cleo. She clung tight to him.

"I just need help, Joe."

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