"What a fucking loser." their faces full of mockery and satisfaction...that tone...Their tone hurt him.
"Wait...Watch this," her voice, that voice that he once looked up to. The way it changes and morphs into a sound that doesn't belong to this world as she casts her magic.
"Why...Why me?" He yelled their faces turn from mockery to hatred as they speak.
"Why...WHY?" Their scream... He never heard him scream before.
"Are you really asking me that?" That tone of annoyance he hardly ever used. "You always had the spotlight. You always took it from us. No matter what we did, you always had it. So no matter what happens, we will make you watch as we rule."
Altair couldn't say anything. His lips unwilling to move. His body feeling numb. A familiar feeling... Curses. His body feels heavy with pain. His mouth unwilling to part to let him speak. His fingers as unmoving as a corpse. He felt hurt. He could hear them, their annoyance and mockery.
"We will keep you alive. We will make you just strong enough to watch us. We will force you to see our fame." Not one of them seems sad. They all seem happy.
{I am sorry. I can't say it out loud, but I am sorry.} Altair thought as he drifts unconscious