"It's not an it, it's a he. And he's mine." His very best buddy in the whole damn world. The only thing you could give a fourteen-year-old brat that made everything worth it, because damn, that was every non-birthday and every dead Christmas wrapped up in one beautiful piece of shiny destruction.
And now this fucking place had twisted that, too.
Duo laughed softly and yanked his hand down from his face, eyes hot and bright as he looked at what was supposed to be his. His only real thing ever. "That's Deathscythe."