Silas’s hands shook as he pulled the revolver from his pocket. He smiled and quickly sidestepped his sister as she lunged towards him. She growled and hissed at him as her claws scraped along the ground. Silas merely chuckled and raised the revolver to his forehead. He smiled and closing his eyes, gently squeezed the trigger, yet the gun didn’t fire.

Silas opened his eyes to find that the revolver had been taken from him. His sister stared back at him, playfully twirling the gun in her claws. Silas locked eyes with her, sighed, and simply shook his head.

”Can you please give that back to me?” He groaned.

“Can’t.” Bethyinine whispered.

”What do you mean you can’t give it back to me?” Silas hissed.

”Can’t.” Bethyinine repeated.

”Is it because you’re afraid? Afraid to lose me again? Or is that just her speaking through you?” Silas growled.

”No.” Bethyinine stuttered.

”No? As in, no you’re not afraid? Or no, she’s not controlling you?” Silas groaned.

”No.” His sister repeated.

”Answer me Beth! Answer me!” Silas yelled.

Silas locked eyes with his sister, he could see her staring back at him. Her gaze was almost hollow, there was no light whatsoever in her irises. Just a vast sea of deep purples as far as the eye could see. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, for within the sea of purple was a small flicker of orange light.

”Keep fighting. I know you’re still in there.” Silas whispered.

“James.” Bethyinine sighed.

”Yes, what is it?” Silas inquired.

”James.” Bethyinine repeated, her voice hoarse.

Silas gazed once more into his sister’s eyes. The faint orange light buried within them only grew brighter as their conversation continued. Silas smiled and reached out to touch his sister. She merely stared at him as his right hand touched her left shoulder. Silas then took a glove out of his pocket, put it on his left hand, which he then placed on Bethyinine’s right shoulder.

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He slowly inched his way towards her, his gaze still fixed upon her eyes. Silas smiled as he wrapped his hands around his sister. He could just barely see a faint smile from on her lips as he embraced her. Silas smiled and tried to grasp the revolver from between her claws. Yet his sister’s claws were far too long, and his arms were too short for the task. Silas sighed and quickly let go of his sister, his gaze turning skyward.

Bethyinine glanced over at her brother as tears slowly formed in her eyes. She twirled the revolver between her claws for another moment before throwing it over to Silas. The gun landed on the floor in front of him, for he made no attempt to catch it. Bethyinine sighed, sat down, and began to observe her brother.

”What… are… you… doing…?” She asked, her voice strained.

”You’re still in there?” Silas responded, his gaze still fixed on the sky.

”Yes…” Bethyinine answered.

Silas glanced at her, smiled, and picked up the revolver.

”If that’s the case, I take it that you wouldn’t mind me doing this?” Silas inquired as he pressed the revolver to his forehead.

Bethyinine quickly lunged at her brother as the cold barrel of the revolver touched his forehead. Silas smiled as a sound of piercing thunder echoed around them. Bethyinine’s eyes widened as she knocked her brother to the floor. Her gaze turned to his forehead, where a massive hole now was. She reached out to touch his body and it was cold, ice cold.

Tears began to flow down her cheeks as Bethyinine turned her gaze towards the sky. She wanted to scream, yet no wretched sound escaped from her throat. Her eyes glistened with rage as she locked her gaze with the blind and bloodstained eye. She could feel it staring back at her, yet it didn’t pierce her mind, not anymore. Bethyinine smiled and looked at her brother’s body as it faded to ashes. She watched as the ashes were then scattered to the winds, leaving her all alone.

”What made you do it this time? What were you so afraid of?” She asked.

”Was it her, that damn eye, she’s blind now isn’t she?” Bethyinine chuckled.

Something inside of her wouldn’t accept this loss. Just as it had denied his death before. Some part of her still hoped that he’d come back from this.

”You’re going to come back right? You always do. Please Silas, we need you, I need you!” Bethyinine cried.

Yet Silas didn’t answer her, and deep down she knew that he never would. Bethyinine sighed and picked up the revolver. She quickly pulled the trigger and was met with a gentle clicking sound. The revolver was empty, it only had one round in it.

”You knew. You damn bastard, you knew! You wanted to go out like this didn’t you! You wanted me to kill you!” Bethyinine yelled.

She got up and made her way towards the spire, her head bowed. Now she had to tell them, break the news that Silas was well and truly dead. How on earth she could do something like that was beyond her. Yet she’d manage this, wouldn’t she?