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clay and tommy hang out one last time
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Tommy twirls his hair with one hand, puts on an exaggerated falsetto and American accent. "I'm Clay and I think George is, like, sooooo hot, do you think he liiiikes me?"

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"Shut up. If this is a sleepover that at least means pillow fights are fair game, right?" He grabs the pillow, and--

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"Tommy."

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"...What? Clay, are you okay, do you want me to--" He puts his hand out tentatively.

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"Tommy. You hid things, you hid things! You hid a knife under your pillow so that I couldn't take it."

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"Look, look, you can have these too, I was going to give them to you--" He empties the mana crystals from his pockets, offers them.

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"I wouldn't have found out about it! How long, how long have you been lying to me--"

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"I didn't think about-- I thought-- I'm really sorry--"

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"You hadn’t thought about what? You think about everything, Tommy!"

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"Well, I thought it was, well, no, I’m, I’m really sorry, I thought-- I'm so sorry-- what are you doing--"

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"Tommy. Watch." He picks up the knife and throws it into the void, then picks up Alex's rosary.

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"WHOAAA, STOP IT, STOP IT, stop, please, I'm really sorry, I wasn't-- Clay, I'm so sorry, please, I was only doing it because-- that's Alex's, please--"

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"Tommy, I thought we were friends! And you were-- you were lying to me!" Rosary goes in the void.

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"We are friends! You're my best friend! How was I-- How was I lying!"

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"What do you mean, why were you lying? You hid things, knowing they were things I wouldn’t want you to have. And you hid it in a way that way I would never find it, and the only reason I would have found it, was because I happened to, to grab your pillow."

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"Stop it, stop it, man. I’m so sorry, I’m so-- can we not just, can we not just chat? Please? Can we not just--hang out and say goodbye, like we were going to?"

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"Listen, Tommy. You have to listen to me. You have to learn to listen."

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"I, I have learned to listen-- I did, stop!"

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"Tommy." He points at the bed, at the small pile of items still in a heap. "Don't do that. This whole thing happened for a reason, I did it for a reason and Toby did it for a reason, and you didn’t listen. You didn’t listen to the rules. The rules were simple! I just wanted your mana and your weapons! And I even let you keep your mana sometimes, and I even gave you mana storage, but you just had to try and defy me, keeping a secret stash. What were you even planning to do? You had a knife, were you going to try and kill me or something?"

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"What-- No!!!!! Clay, I, I wasn't--"

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"And how am I supposed to know you're telling the truth now?"

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"I wasn't even planning on, I'm, I wasn't planning on going for much longer-- I mean, I was going to-- it’s not your fault, it’s just because, you know-- I mean, it's my fault, it's because I've been doing this for so, you know--"

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Clay's voice has a fond eyeroll in it. "Tommy. You would never actually... You know. You'll be fine. I'll leave some stuff for you with... I dunno, with Tina or whoever."

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"I’m really sorry, though. Why don’t we just pretend this never-- yeah, let’s, shall we just pretend this never happened?"

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"Sorry doesn't cut it, Tommy. Most of these things-- most of these things I wouldn't have even taken! But you had to hide them from me." Phukkit and Linda are getting thrown in the void. "I've been lenient with you, because I thought--I thought you had gotten better, I thought you had changed, became someone who isn't going to hide and steal and lie. I have been nothing but gracious to you."

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"I'm so... I'm so sorry."

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