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Prompt #3: Stars

The sick, warm sensation of crimson blood seeped into Villian's jeans as they knelt, cradling Hero's limp form in their lap. Hero squirmed in their grasp, closed fists trembling. A truly pitiful sight.

"Now will you tell me who sent you?" Villain pressed; voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"Or-organization." Hero coughed, gasping as the silver blade was yanked from their chest. They attempted to sit up, Villain pulling them close.

"Shh, you did so well." They cooed, carding a slender hand through their sweat-covered hair.

"V-villain? Can I.."

'Yes, Hero, anything. What can I give you?"

"I-" They coughed, scarlet blood filling their throat.

"Stars."

Villian sat, cradling their form for a moment before comprehension plastered their face and they glanced up. Sure enough, the tree they were under was blocking the view of the night sky. Villian gently stood, Hero's expected exclamations absent. A short brisk walk to a grassy hill left the sky open and exposed, stars burning unusually bright above. Hero's face softened, eyes dimming as the stars reflected back from their tears. They coughed once, a meek convulsion, and the blood stopped draining from the wound. Their head lolled back, stars still reflecting off their unseeing gaze. Villian cradled their limp form.

Now they finally knew who Hero worked for, and they swore to themselves:

They would kill every last person who sent kids to fight their own battles.