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A small story and written analysis about my views on Flux’s death in 2.5; where I do believe that Flux’s choice to die by Saps’ hand was his last act of selfishness and fundamentally, a an act of betrayal to The Conspiracy.

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Infernus has fallen. Everyone is dead. Thomas held back a cry as he forced his body to move forward, barely being able to take another breath in with how much his chest hurts. In front of him is none other than Fluixon; worse he has ever looked, but alive. They’re both still alive and that’s what matters.

They needed a way out of here, away from the hell these barbarians called justice. Thomas could still hear the cries and pleas from both sides combined, mercilessly slaughtered and painting the once so called sacred ground red.

The brunette glanced at Flux’s limping figure; it wouldn’t be long until he dropped out of exhaustion. If that’s the case, Thomas would need to carry them both out to safety. One pat on his satchel is enough to confirm the existence of at least two golden apples—too little for Thomas’ liking, but there was no other choice but to push through. They can run, survive this, escape to somewhere no one can find them.

And Flux stopped dead in his tracks. The movement was sudden enough that Thomas accidentally took a few steps past him, forcing his body to pause as well. He was about to ask what’s wrong until he gotten a glimpse of Flux’s pale face staring onto his messenger.

“Is everything okay?”

Flux gripped the device harder, tips of his fingers turning white. His eyebrows are furrowed together, expression conflicted. A few taps in and the male’s body language switched.

“Change of plans,” Flux curtly says. There was no other explanation, and Thomas was sure it would’ve continued that way if it wasn’t for the fact that Thomas himself forced the messenger out of Flux’s hands.

Flux lets him, so now Thomas is forced to re-read the message sent.

“You and me, colosseum. It’s time to end this.”

“I’ll be there.”

Conspiracy, contrary to what most would probably believe, wasn’t build from dictatorship. It wasn’t built from just Flux’s choices and plans. The conspiracy wasn’t Flux’s, it was never just his. It was theirs—even when it was just the two of them left; it wouldn’t change the fact that others had died for the conspiracy.

So why was Flux throwing away what was supposed to be theirs?

An unknown sting made its way into Thomas’ chest, and he acted without thinking.

“Stop.” Thomas would cut the heavy silence between them, Fluixon’s messenger gripped so tightly between his fingers that one more minute of it would make a crack. Honestly Thomas had considered breaking it, at least it would cut off this devastating communication. “We can stop now.”

Flux froze in his spot, back turned against his friend. “I don’t follow.”

“It’s time to stop, Flux.” Each words came out carefully, hesitantly. After all, it was Thomas’ first time going against Flux’s wishes. By now the black-haired male fully turned around to face him. Their eyes stare at each other while a silent argument was exchanged. “We can stop.”

Silence. “And if we did, where will we go?”

“Anywhere,” Thomas forced out a smile, but it wasn’t enough to hide the tiredness in his eyes.

The message was enough; they’ve lost, and there was no place in both islands for them. The easiest and least painful thing to do was run to the edge of the world, even if it costed them their freedom, even if it costed them a life of peace. But Flux has always been a stubborn bastard. It’s a miracle they’ve survived this long with how many impossible plans the man had laid out for them.

That stubbornness of course, costed them lives that could never be replaced. “I can’t.” Even when he expected it, Thomas still felt a sharp pain stab through his chest. The man turned around, walking right towards the colosseum.

“I wont save you.”

And Flux stops again. Thomas took a deep breath. “When you’re bleeding out on that colosseum floor, right in front of death’s door, I wont save you.”

“I never expected you to.”

That hurts. And Thomas’ hurt translated right into anger. “I hate you. I despise you. You’re a selfish coward who can’t do anything by yourself.”

Every word that was venomously spat out by Thomas was embraced by Flux without a second thought. “I hate you. I hate you with every single ounce of my soul. Why was I such an idiot. Why did I ever think that following you would be a right choice.”

“…”

“Die. I hope you fucking rot alone. I hope you regret your whole life when you’re dying alone in that place.”

“…”

“Throwing my life away, my future, my country, my morality, my brother—all of that away for someone like you.” The last word was spat out like nothing more than trash. “God—you narcissistic, egoistical maniac—“

“Well at least I fucking did something!” Flux screamed right back, “what did you ever do Thomas? All you did was obediently stand behind me and never once did you interject nor stop any of my plans before.”

“You cry about the unfairness of this all, grief all you want about lost lives but guess what? You cannot blame me for every single thing that went wrong because it’s still your choice.”

“You can call me anything you want but never forget that it’s you who chose this life. It was you who chose to do this. It was you who chose me.”

Thomas was silent, silenced. They both stare at each other with a million unspoken thoughts and emotions bleeding out from their eyes. While it was easy to mistake their argument for hatred that was buried for years, it didn’t erase the fact that there was heartbreak behind them—for different reasons, and reasons that they somehow cannot accept. With an intake of breath, Thomas’ shoulders slumped. “That’s right,” Thomas muttered, “I did choose you, didn’t I?”

“I chose you over my future. I chose you over my brother. I chose you over my life.”

Flux’s bottom lips trembled. “You did.”

Silence. The violet eyed man continues, “so now, will you choose me again?”

With a small shake of his head, Thomas answers. “I cant.” He wonders if Flux felt the same sharp pain in his chest like Thomas did.

“I see.” Pause. “Goodbye Thomas.”

“Goodbye Flux.”

Yet they walked side by side towards the colosseum, sat beside one another up until Saparata showed up with nothing more than anger and bitterness behind his stare.

“Can’t say no to a friend, can I?”

You could. Just not him. Thomas bit back his words until his lips started bleeding.

When Saparata was seconds away from dealing the final blow, Thomas knows he could’ve pulled out his crossbow and shoot the other right in the neck. It would’ve been an instant kill, an easy one compared to all their hard-work making sure Saps died all those months back. But Thomas didn’t move. Even when Flux’s chest was pierced with a sword. Even when the lights in his violet eyes disappeared. Even when he’s gently being cradled by Saps, Thomas didn’t move.

For once, he didn’t choose Flux.

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Fundamentally, I do think Flux choosing to die by Saps hands was his last act of selfishness. Despite their (many) wrongdoings—which includes but not limited to acts of terrorism—I think The Conspiracy had acted not out of pure malice, but paranoia. They believed Island 1 would attack them not through a what-if scenario, but through anti-island 2 propaganda that had massively spread. Their actions were the direct consequence of it; both the fear and from the frustration of leaders not doing anything to protect their people.

(Ironically in the end, The Conspiracy could only run to the same people they’ve villainized this whole time.)

That being said, I don’t believe in the slightest that The Conspiracy is built through a singular leadership. It was never just Flux and his followers; but a group of people with the same beliefs while Flux just happens to have the right position to be called a leader considering he’s second in command in Luminara. Of course, this doesn’t demolish his leadership in any way, but a reminder that every member of The Conspiracy chose that path willingly. They didn’t do it just for Flux, but because have their own personal beliefs and values.

Almost all members had lost their lives exactly for that reason—they had believed in The Conspiracy enough to accept that perhaps death is necessary. They all died for The Conspiracy.

But then unlike most Conspiracy members, ironically enough; Flux died for his own retribution, not for his beliefs. I believe that he chose to die by Saps hands because it was the one last act of apology he could do for his friend. Flux’s statement before their fight—“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.”—was never anything but sincere. With quite literally nothing to lose, Flux abandoned the one thing he had built brick by brick; his beliefs.

Flux did not die for the conspiracy. He did not die for his beliefs that he pushed so hard for. Instead, he chose repentance. He was the only member of The Conspiracy who had the chance to repent and apologize; others killed before being able to, or died with their beliefs. Him choosing to die by Saps hands is quite literally him abandoning all that he worked so hard for this whole time and leaving behind the trust he and The Conspiracy built

And that’s where it differs with Thomas. While Thomas didn’t exactly die for the conspiracy, he died trying to justify their beliefs. He died trying to tell the world that they have their reasons, they have their own story, and nothing about it will be regretted.

These are reasons why I believe Flux choosing to die in Saps’ hand, at the end of the day, was an act of selfishness. It was an act of selfishness because he—despite being the appointed leader of The Conspiracy—had abandoned every single beliefs he has and in return, abandoned his friends who walked that path with him. He was the only member to not die for their cause, but for his own.

It made me wonder if there would be anger between them, between their last moments together knowing that Flux practically chose to throw everything away. Would there be grief? Would there be denial? Would there be disappointment? Would there be bitterness knowing that only Flux had the chance to repent?

It would’ve been more of a political marriage rather than love because if one side didn’t know it was happening and the other only heard it was being planned it definitely qualifies as a political one . Along with this , even if we don’t characterise Jophiel as her stereotype I feel like their personalities would clash more-so .

this is like 5 days old art im so f##king sorry these arent fresh out the oven.

can a fish..... and a snake..... fall in love..... or something.....