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Summary: Zak and Argost have a quick discussion the day before the final battle. Short drabble.

Warnings: O.O.C?

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Closing the door behind him, he crossed the platform, down the steps, and into the pilots chair. Pushing it back, he typed in the code. The screen flickered to life, fuzzing in and out a moment, before finally focusing on a steel gray background.

"Greetings, young Kurling." Argost stepped onto the screen. New power glowed in his eyes, power he'd received through the death of another. Zak shuddered just thinking about it. "I must admit, I'm surprised you found the courage to contact me, especially after the events prior to our discussion."

"Yeah, whatever." He crossed his arms. "Do you honestly expect me to be afraid of you?" He was, actually. He was very afraid.

"Of course not." The yeti taunted, sneering. "I just expected you to be one close watch, locked in your room, the like."

He winced. They hadn't watched him or locked him in his room. He wished they'd done that. Instead... they'd done nothing... they'd given up. For good, this time... And that hurt more than being distrusted.

"I see." He narrowed his eyes, fangs twitching upward. "It's unfortunate, the things one will go through to protect the ones we love."

His head snapped up, eyes glowing orange. He bared his teeth. "Don't ever pretend like you understand." He snarled, clenching his fists.

"I never thought such a foolish thing." He waved a hand up and down dramatically. The glowing died down. Zak breathed in, let it out, unclenched his fists. "The final battle will be a treat, no? A battle of unreal proportions. Kur versus Kur, monster versus monster, demon versus demon."

"I'm not a demon." He snapped. "I'm... me."

"Close enough. Do tell me, what has prompted you to contact me at this hour?"

"I wanted to ask you something." He fidgeted with his hands.

"Ask away."

"Don't tell them... about, well, you know..."

The smile widened. "Ahh, that. You have nothing to fear. They wouldn't believe me if I told them, anyway."

Zak breathed a small sigh of relief. Argost tapped his fingers together.

"Besides, wouldn't it be more fun not to tell them? Let it eat away at your soul, haunt your every moment, influence your every action. No, I have no need to tell them the truth about you, for it would hurt that much more not too."

Silence. Dead silence.

Zak trained his eyes to the floor, mumbling. "Yeah, okay, thanks." It wasn't quite the answer he'd hoped for, but it'd do.

"I look foreword to our next confrontation." Argost waved a hand. "Ta-ta."

The screen went black. Zak slumped into his chair as the horrible realization overcame him: He had to kill the man he trusted his secrets with the most.

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