Clementine:
Troy stood with the rod pointed at his own chest.
"Troy, please," I requested, trying to reach him. He kept forcing the rod inward, pushing it closer and closer, and my worry grew.
"I am guilty of hurting Clementine," he remarked.
The moment he said it, he tried to drive the rod into himself. The tip pierced his skin, and the life in his eyes started to fade.
I rushed forward before he could push it deeper and grabbed the rod, stopping it from going any further.
"No. Stop." I tried to pull it back, but the strength he was using felt unreal.
Ian and the others gathered around us, each trying to keep him from pushing the rod in completely.
With my hands shaking, I did the only thing I could. I let out a small cry and yelled, "I forgive you."
He froze. His arms stopped straining against the rod, and he looked at me directly.
"It is true. I forgive you," I told him. "It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know what was happening. You were innocent. He used a spell on you."
He stared back at me. A strong gust came, trying to shove us backward, but the force barely moved us, almost as if the Whisperer’s power had weakened.
"You truly forgive me?" Troy wondered. His voice no longer sounded dazed.
It felt like he had come back to himself without us even fighting the Whisperer.
"It’s true. I don’t hold you responsible. It wasn’t your fault," I repeated.
He exhaled, then looked down at the rod.
"Ow. Can anybody help me? It stings," he muttered, and then gave a short laugh.
"I’ll do it," Ian replied.
He grabbed the rod and pulled it free. Troy let out another small cry, then laughed with him.
The others exchanged looks, hopeful for the first time in a while. That was when it hit me.
"I know how to defeat the Whisperer," I announced. As soon as I said it, they all nodded.
"All we have to do is forgive the ones who are guilty," I stated.
I could see the frustration across their faces, because the truth had always been within reach.
If we had figured it out sooner instead of fighting among ourselves, we might have saved so many.
By the time our focus returned to the Whisperer, he was gone. There was no sign of him anywhere.
"I think we should still go into the station," Mira suggested.
Renee looked at her and agreed.
"You all go ahead. I will help her transition and then come back," I stated, knowing that shifting would help her heal faster.
"No. I’m fine. I don’t want to draw any monster’s attention anymore. I just want the pain to pass quietly," Mira requested, speaking softly.
"I’ll go bring Joshua," Troy replied.
He glanced over his shoulder at Joshua, who was still on his knees, staring at the sky.


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