Shrouded in darkness at the bottom of the sea, the King sat down on the cold sand below him, breathing heavily as if he had the world on his shoulders. His hands were covered in white calluses, his eyes shadowed with shame and loss. Beads of sweat dripped down his neck, staining his red jacket the color of old blood as he clenched his hands and lowered his head in defeat. The only sound was the littoral melody of the waves above him, lapping against what the King guessed could only be the seashore of a far off place. No matter how hard he tried, the only thing he could see in his mind was the face of the person who betrayed him. Always smiling. Always somehow content with the world around him. To the King, the World itself was now his enemy. He viewed reality as nothing more than a canvas that he could rip and tear all he liked. In a way, he was right. But the canvas was gone. There was nothing left to tear. Not on that canvas, anyway.
The King, still sulking, suddenly sensed that he was not alone anymore. He was sad that someone he considered a friend had stabbed him in the back, but it was all ok. He had another friend now; someone to help him out. His friend floated amongst the water around The King, staining the current a dark shade of red. Like a virus, it weaved through the deep sea, reaching towards the surface like a begging child, it's arms stretched outwards. The King frowned in disapproval." Stop it." he grunted, looking upwards for the first time. Albeit reluctantly, The Friend retreated slowly, sinking back down to the bedrock. If it were able to, it would leave all by itself, but the truth was that The Friend was now a part of The King. One could say that The Friend was now The King, or that The King had become The Friend. Either way, what was once two separate entities was now one force. A force that will lay dormant for a short while as it licks it's wounds, before reemerging to seek something far more difficult to obtain than revenge : forgiveness.
Even though The Traitor had taken everything from him, he still longed for his friendship. That feeling was a part of himself he would kill if he had the power, but simply did not. He had, at long last, accepted that the forgiveness he sought was something he could never obtain. He and The Friend were not welcome in the World anymore. Where they were right now was another place entirely. They were at the bottom. The King longed for a place to call his own. A new playground to explore. There were so many other places to go, so many lives to taint. The only question that remained was where to go. The King thought about this as he climbed back into his Mech, which showed obvious signs of wear having just been thrown to the bottom of the sea. Still, it seemed operational, and that was the only thing that mattered now. The Friend and The King became one once again, The Friends presence within himself at long last forcing The King's mouth into a tiny smile. Though the things he left behind were precious, he had a feeling things were going to be changing very, very soon. Whether that was a good or bad thing was completely up to him. " You will accept me." The King sputtered as he shook with excitement. "I'll make your lips say "I'm sorry", even if I have to move them myself." The Mech started up again, making several rusty sounds as if it hadn't seen action in years. Though The King's hands were sore and weathered, he grasped the controls with a burning vigor. " I'm gonna be your best friend again. It'll be like it was before, Ness. Just you and me."