Spike ran his hand through his grubby hair nervously, quickly thinking over whether he should follow or not. I helped them with The Heartless, right? I should be done with this bunch. But then again, what did he have to go back to? These could be the friends he'd stick with through thick and thin, the ones he'd end his long life with. My time is almost up anyway he decided, I might as well see it through.
His old bones still could carry him, as his legs fell on the grey pavement, following Leon blindly like a loyal dog. That's all I am really.
His guns made their presence known, he could feel the cool metal even through his coat. These things happened sometimes, what he wouldn't give to just reach in and fire them, he figured he was getting too excited. The chance would come when he'd get to use them, and in his heart he knew he would go out with a bang.
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