"You-" He heaved again, tears welling up as he shook his head, silver hair dirtied and red. "Do not. Command Me." He hissed out lowly. Trembling fingers reached for the mask still hanging as it always had, for the very last time. He allowed himself a moment of comfort, fingers touching the un-cracked bone surface, before they found the un-welcomed red string that held his fragile life together. And with one final, bitter glare, and a shudder of fear he felt for his mortal soul, he ripped off the string. The mask halves slid apart, slipping to the ground with an echoing thud, followed by the heavier sound of Crash's body, silver hair sprawling out against the roof tiles, silence settling over his corpse.
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