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At first Loqi was focused on supervising his brother’s training. The General was getting quite impressed with the MT’s markmanship skills since he had yet to miss a single practice target, though still felt the need to give a few more small pointers to help him improve. 

Glancing up once he heard the unmistakable sound of an approaching magitek engine he raised an eyebrow at the ship that landed in his base. Nothing had been scheduled for today after all. Once his spotted his father stepping out his mood instantly soured as he cursed under his breath. 

“Go and hide now Prompto.” He ordered, wanting to confront their awful father on his own. 

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The last thing Twelve remembered clearly was being caught by army during one of his attempts to obliterate a base. Somehow he had slipped up and gotten careless, and once they saw the number on his arm it was quickly pieced together that he was a run away lab rat. Naturally that’s when it all went down hill, and during his futile struggles to get away he had been rendered unconscious. 

Now he was waking up with a groan due to rather unpleasant headache. Pulling himself off the cold concrete floor he cursed under his breath once he realized he was being kept in a dark rustic jail cell. For the moment he wasn’t sure how relieved he should be that this didn’t look a thing like the labs he grew up in. Of course he couldn’t relax just yet, not when he spotted his boyfriend of all people unconscious and restrained at the end of the hall. 

Just as Hope was enjoying a peaceful walk she spotted a familiar figure up ahead and paused. Hadn’t Arata said he was too busy with work to see her today? Did something she say or do last time offend him too much? Was she too clingy? Hope tightened her grip on her purse straps and took a slow deep breath. 

Don’t over think things and panic. He just needed time to himself. Arata’s a private guy. I’ll just...make sure he’s okay.

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“Dear god...”

Even when he half expected for the worst, the young Gray King found himself in utter shock as he gazed upon the massive crater that had now formed all thanks to a Damocles Down. He had hoped to arrive in time to stop it, but now all his clansman had lost their lives along with thousands of others. The once bustling city had been wiped out in a matter of seconds...

“Is anyone out there?! Anyone at all!”

Carefully sliding down the slope he didn’t waste any time attempting to search for survivors, halting in his tracks once he caught sight of a poor child crushed under debris. Under the slim hopeful chance that he might still be alive Loqi didn’t waste any time using his powers to carefully free him, only to freeze once he realized this was his own brother.

“Prompto...”

Falling to his knees as he gazed at his blood soaked shirt and the all to obvious impalement he had suffered he could only cry softly as he held his corpse close. He was now an absolute failure of a big brother. If he had been paying better attention to him then he could have told him not to play in his area, but even with his powers he had failed to protect him. What was even the point of being a King now?

Loqi: *hears him singing*

Loqi: Will you quit singing?

Prompto: What?

Loqi: Stop singing its lame!

Loqi simply cleared his throat to get his little brother’s attention, folding his arms as he caught the other hovering a bit to close to his max cuirus mech for his comfort. While he was thankful that Prompto was still far more human than any of the other MTs around he still dreaded the fact that he had to babysit him.

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Twelve was out placing the latest bomb that would be set to go off in a matter of hours. Nine and Arata however stayed behind in the apartment in hopes of once again find any trace of Sybil itself even though any hacking attempts this far had failed.