telamon

The last 1x4 training session didn't go very well, so Telamon, or whatever 1x4 was allowed to call him, allowed him to rest and recover after the training session, as 1x4 had received quite a few injuries.

In the morning/day 1x4 with bandages on my body I went to the mirror to examine myself and asked myself this question:
—The creator hasn’t visited me for almost a month, does he really not need me anymore?
...
It's my fault, I was too weak, and now is not the time to rest, I need to train more to show the creator that I am not "nothing".
-and maybe then I will be needed by him again-
What..?
The boy was surprised, because he noticed that big red spark when the blindfold from one eye accidentally fell off
::WORTHLESS.
a voice spoke in the boy's head, but it was not his, the voice was lower, distorted
::do you think Telamon ever needed you??!

What the hell..!?
I probably need help..
the guy said, but a voice suddenly interrupted him
::PFFFFF
He NEVER needed you.
pathetic, even telamon, your creator, HATES you.
You are just a burden to him.
The boy looked at his hand and noticed that it had begun to turn black and long, sharp claws were appearing on it.
::funny, isn't it?)
the boy wanted to deny it

• Oh! I... I get it, I get it. It's just a nightmare.
  ::No.
  the voice answered
  And the boy's transformation into a monster continued... his skin darkened, he lost his former innocent appearance. Hatred and anger finally began to take hold again.
  ::Oh, dear, I feel so sorry for you.
  After everything you've done for him.
  He didn't even visit you.
  I'm just someone who wants to explain the obvious to you.
  He USED you.
  When the boy's appearance change was complete, he assumed something between his normal voice and the voice distorted in his head.
  Hmmm...maybe you're right.~

and at this time Telamon was in another part of the palace
was busy with his own affairs

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