Egrasel

Egrassa sat in his room, thinking, thinking about many things: about the Scint, about the Spark, about the Light, about himself, about what he could do next. He couldn't remember how long he'd been alive; there was a calendar on the wall where he'd written down the number of days since receiving the Spark, but he didn't want to look. A perfectly tidy room, a perfect friend, a perfect ruler, but his soul was a mess. He admired Lo, admired his carelessness and yet the precision of his hands during experiments, admired his endless jokes, his voice so loud yet able to be almost a whisper when they were alone. Egrassa admired Lo completely, such an impossible planeswalker, an impossible friend, an impossible half-breed. IMPOSSIBLE. But he existed. His internal dialogue was interrupted by a knock on the door.
-Lo? Did you want something?
The door opened, and he didn't even turn around, but he realized it wasn't Lo. Then everything went dark. When he woke up, he found himself in skintonite shackles. He was awakened by someone shoving a cotton ball soaked in alcohol under his nose, apparently just to wake him up.
-Hmm... Not bad, even Spark doesn't work. Too much Skintonite.
He looked around - the room seemed quite decent, he was sitting on the bed, chains shackled his entire body, two men sat in front of him, they introduced themselves. Marlowe and Sanchez. Mafia.
And they told him a story. A very interesting story.
It turned out that they were also planeswalkers and their mafia worked not only in Archea but in all worlds. It turned out that Law had also used to work for them. He even had his documents. Egrassa didn't care. Everyone has their own skeletons in the closet, why shouldn't Law have his?
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A few days later, the mafiosi were arrested, the news was announced except that Egrassa was in captivity, he didn't tell the newspaper that. He was lying on the bed at home when Law teleported straight into his room, it seemed that there were no boundaries for this planeswalker. Lo sat down next to him and hugged him, and Egrass hugged him back. They could lie like that for hours and not need anything.