Quackity trudges down to the lockers for another training session with his "oh so dear friend" Wilbur.
He hadn't slept much at all the night before, his mind plagued with dreams standing in front of his ex, his fingers clenched too hard on the trigger... accidently slipping... BANG! His ex laying there blood slowly staining his clothes and the ground...
He stops walking to put a hand to his heart to feel its fast pace. He breathes in and out slowly and looks around himself trying to calm himself.
Three things you see around you.
He starts to whisper, "a long hallway, some stairs, a window..."
Now three things you hear...
That one is a little harder, he can hear footsteps in the distance and a sound of a door opening.
Now move three parts of your body.
He gently moves his fingers then reaches up to mess with his hair, he takes a few steps forward then stops again to feel his heart rate again. It's a little better than before.
The coping skills help a little but he can never truly erase the memories and the pain that comes along with them. Now without Luzu he is alone and no one knows of his past...
He makes his way down into the lockers, they had let him go by himself today. He found that rather strange but whatever at least he's not being roughly dragged around anymore.
He steps into the lockers and sees Wilbur sitting on a bench silently. He looks up as Quackity enters, he looks... bad... like something happened.
"Oh hey" he murmurs.
"Hey" Quackity sits down on the bench across from him taking his beanie off and tying his hair back in a ponytail letting some strands hang down.
"Ok what's going on" he asks as Wilbur falls silent again. He hasn't really known the other assassin that long but already he can tell this isn't his usual self.
"Oh, uh... I just feel really bad for what happened yesterday" Wilbur murmurs finally, "I set you up, it was a really jerk move."
"Well, you did what they told you" Quackity replies, "and it's fine, I don't really care. I know you don't trust me and I don't trust you."
"I want to trust you" Wilbur says, "I waited years to finally have a duo but I never got one, and now the one I have is someone I basically kidnapped and that's really f-cked up and and I'm really sorry and-"
"Woah, calm down" Quackity puts a hand up stopping him mid sentence.
"What" the taller male asks in confusion.
"Assassins don't say sorry, unless very necessary, you do not need to say sorry to me" Quackity explains.
"But... what...? Who taught you that" Wilbur looks even more confused.
"First lessons I learned in my training, they would drill these things into your head. Make you able to kill, cold and a quick thinker." Quackity replies.
"They teach you... not to say sorry" Wilbur murmurs.
Quackity nods, "saying sorry is pretty much useless especially in a not needed situation, sorry doesn't fix anything and doesn't help either person."
The other assassin just sits there speechless, "but that's wrong."
"Doesn't matter if it's right or wrong it's what they taught me and as an assassin I follow my training. You should follow my training too, maybe then you'll get on the same level as me" Quackity replies then gets up, "let's go train."
Wilbur sits there for a moment then gets up and follows behind him silently.
Wilbur POV
He follows behind the shorter assassin still in shock at his cold attitude today. He should have expected his attitude to shift but never like that.
He also can't believe that Quackity was taught saying sorry was useless, he had never been taught anything beyond the casual teaching to not feel bad for the people he kills which sometimes works sometimes doesn't.
Quackity's previous training was very in depth he has gathered. So in depth that it probably has shaped his current personality to be the way he is.
What he still wants to know though is why Quackity's target was him. Why would he be assigned to kill someone from another agency. Wilbur knows there has been a few assassins over the years that had dissappeared and they had been told they "quit." He wonders if perhaps they had been targeted and killed...
"Hey Quackity?" He says finally.
The shorter male turns to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"Have you killed other assassins before" Wilbur asks carefully.
"A few, never by myself though" Quackity replies and shrugs.
"Oh" Wilbur tries to keep his expression and tone neutral.
"You really want a duo huh" Quackity says finally.
"Well yeah, I mean I thought I made that pretty clear" Wilbur replies.
He wants a duo so badly, having one basically means he is a real assassin, that all the work was worth it. He has been waiting for one for years.
"You're always really charming and happy, I'm surprised they didn't pair you with one right away" Quackity observes, "how much money do you make?"
"6k a month, plus another 5 to 15k for each mission, depending on who I'm killing" Wilbur replies.
Quackity looks surprised by the numbers.
"How much did you get paid?" Wilbur asks in return.
"I didn't" he replies, "I'd only get paid if it was a very risky or impressive mission."
Wilbur gapes at him.
"Dude. Why stay there then?"
"I got a free place to live, free food, free clothes, free showers, why would I want to leave?" Quackity stares at him like he's dumb.
"But... you should get paid" Wilbur murmurs still in shock.
"What am I gonna use the money for?" the shorter assassin asks.
Wilbur thinks for a long moment, "Oh... I dunno..."
"See? Simply no point" Quackity shrugs.
"Well... still" Wilbur is still in complete shock that the other assassin litterly doesn't even care about being paid.
"I don't need money it's just a trick to get you to take the deal... idiot" Quackity rolls his eyes but he says it almost affectionately.
Wilbur's face warms slightly in happiness as he hears the slightly affectionate tone. Someone actually finds him amusing... that's good, that's all he could ever want. He was extremely worried about never being forgiven after the test yesterday.
As he trains with Quackity again he feels like perhaps they could actually get somewhere...
But then his hope dissappears as he looks up and sees someone standing in one of the windows above, the commander...
She's now observing how they train together.