It takes three- Mother 3.
Fighting this war, if you could call it that, was NOT the hardest thing in my life. No. Fighting on half of the person who made me WHO i am was. It's has and will always be us THREE, not on our own, not just two. 3. Having the third member of our group standing so cold and blood thirsty, it hurts me more than his sword could dream of. I want to save him. I need to help him. I our trio back, i want CLAUS back. Lucas reaches as i scream and cry everything that could and hopefully make him just stop. My body bleeds as he doesn't listen, I want to fall and sleep forever but I can't. He jumps backwards and lunged at me. His sword pulls and all through with my shoulder. Pain burns through my left arm. Choking on my own words and emotions I scream "CLAUS PLEASE! WE NEED YOU! LUCAS MISSES YOU! I HATE SEEING YOU LIKE THIS!" I hug him to the best of my ability. "I need you to be happy again." He pushes me backwards, making me fall over. He took his sword with him and looked at it. I could tell that he was about to finish me...but he dropped his sword and backed away from it. He shook his head and removed his mask...revealing the third member. He looks hurt and sad. "Guys…" He dropped his mask and ran to us….Triangles..Who knew?