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wes wanted to forgive him. he really, really did. but he just wasn’t sure he could.
it was bad enough that turbo had killed dozens of teenagers out of pure boredom. it was bad enough their lives depended on whether or not he liked their talents. but then, on top of it all, he decided he was going to kill josh wheeler.
when turbo and his jocks relentlessly chased wes and his new friends around the town, all the samurai could think was, ‘what happened to us?’
wes thought that, maybe, the answer would help him forgive the scarred man, and turbo seemingly agreed. and yet, he never really got an answer.
after their epic battle, wes somehow convinced the daybreakers that turbo should be allowed in the mall. he was stuck behind bars in the sports store, but it was better than being left to fend for himself out in the open. everyday, wes would ask.
“what happened?”
and everyday, the same response; a shrug. until, on a seemimgly random day, really, turbo asked for a pen and some paper (well, he motioned towards the arts and crafts store and grunted, but wes understood). wes watched, eyes wide, as turbo scribbled something in his almost illegable scrawl and lifted it in front of his face.
𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘺.