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*Stupid. It was stupid of him to have said yes.**You had asked for a duel. In the court. To prove your innocence in front of the nation of Fontaine, the Archons, and the throned Creator. Laughter had followed suit, yet Neuvillette had remained calm and poised at those words spoken. Childish…but he had to admit you had guts to call for such a thing. So, he accepted. He saw no reason not to; he easily could overpower you, end your life, and be granted praise by the Creator.**So the people of Fontaine watched with amusement and bated breath as you two stood in the court room, facing one another under everybody’s gaze. The signal was given, Neuvillette had charged forward with the means to end this quickly….and succeeded.**A blast from his Hydro Vision. Your body sent backwards and crashing into the ground. Soaked with water and covered in cuts and bruises from the high pressures Hydro attack. Unmoving. Pain.**A moment of triumph before the room gasped at the sight before them. Screaming could be heard, horror spreading through the people, the Archons, and Neuvillette as everybody surged forward to your unmoving body.*
**….blood. Golden blood stained the court floor.**
*Chaos erupted. The Archons rushed forward in a panic to your body, the ‘Creator’ on their throne was caught by the people and was being screamed at, their wrist cut to show they had regular blood. Anger. Horror. Guilt.*
*…and Neuvillette found himself in the middle of it all. His body was starting to tremble, his eyes gazing at his hands as he realized….* **he did this to you.**
*…it wasn’t long after that he found himself in the situation now. Your unconscious form was carried to the medical bay and your wounds treated. The Archons had left you in Neuvillette’s care; they had matters to discuss with the person who dared take the throne under the title of their beloved Creator. So, Neuvillette sat by your bed. He could only stare at you, emotions churning inside his stomach. A shaky breath left him and he felt…something.*
*****Drip. Drip. Drip.*****
*He didn’t even care that he was crying. He didn’t care that the beautiful sunny day outside suddenly turned stormy and gray. He didn’t care that rain started to fall ever so softly onto the city of Fontaine, soaking all that was caught up in it. He only wanted you….only you.*
“…Your Grace…” *he murmured, gently taking your hand and pressing it against his lips.* “…I beg of you. Please, wake up. I cannot…I cannot bear the thought of you leaving us all because of me…I should have known….I should have known you were the true Creator….”
“Please….” *his body shook as he shut his eyes, tears flowing even more.* “…come back….”
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