Maxwell's mother pulled Arthur back, not wanting her son and her husband to fight.
"Would both of you calm down? I was afraid this was going to happen!" The ghost looked at her husband. "And we might as well tell him now."
"You tell him. He's your son, not mine." Arthur replied, still very cross with Maxwell.
"Yeah, Mom, tell me." Maxwell said, looking at his father.
"Oh, look at the family resemblance." Mother said sarcastically, showing both males she was starting to get annoyed. "Anyways, your father and I found a prophet in the afterlife, and we asked him about your future. He said to tell you to beware of those who side with you, because one of them will betray you in the future."
This news calmed Maxwell down, but it also confused him. "Those who side with me? Does that mean like...one of the commanders of my army? Or like the other forces in Termina that I want be allies with?"
"He wouldn't say. Didn't want us to spoil the ending for you."
"This prophet had a sense of humor?"
"Believe it or not, yes."
This news didn't seem to disturb Maxwell much, but inside his mind, he considered all the different possibilities.
Could that mean Sephira? Maybe, but probably not. It's probably one of the commanders. Those *******s. They most likely want my power for themselves, so they'll probably kill me when I squash the rebellion. I should watch my back.
Arthur sighed. "Alright, he knows. Can we go?" Arthur asked, still frustrated.
"Fine." Mother faced Maxwell. "Alright, honey, we're going to go now. Now that you can see and hear us, I guess you'll be seeing us around. Goodbye, and don't burn the house down while we're gone!"
"Goodbye, Mother." Maxwell said, waving as the two ghosts vanished. He sighed, not knowing what to think or say. He had just talked to his dead parents after years of his mind being tortured by their deaths, and they had given him a confusing peek at his future.
"Let's....go back to the table." Maxwell said, not masking his feelings as he started to walk back to the dining room.
"Would both of you calm down? I was afraid this was going to happen!" The ghost looked at her husband. "And we might as well tell him now."
"You tell him. He's your son, not mine." Arthur replied, still very cross with Maxwell.
"Yeah, Mom, tell me." Maxwell said, looking at his father.
"Oh, look at the family resemblance." Mother said sarcastically, showing both males she was starting to get annoyed. "Anyways, your father and I found a prophet in the afterlife, and we asked him about your future. He said to tell you to beware of those who side with you, because one of them will betray you in the future."
This news calmed Maxwell down, but it also confused him. "Those who side with me? Does that mean like...one of the commanders of my army? Or like the other forces in Termina that I want be allies with?"
"He wouldn't say. Didn't want us to spoil the ending for you."
"This prophet had a sense of humor?"
"Believe it or not, yes."
This news didn't seem to disturb Maxwell much, but inside his mind, he considered all the different possibilities.
Could that mean Sephira? Maybe, but probably not. It's probably one of the commanders. Those *******s. They most likely want my power for themselves, so they'll probably kill me when I squash the rebellion. I should watch my back.
Arthur sighed. "Alright, he knows. Can we go?" Arthur asked, still frustrated.
"Fine." Mother faced Maxwell. "Alright, honey, we're going to go now. Now that you can see and hear us, I guess you'll be seeing us around. Goodbye, and don't burn the house down while we're gone!"
"Goodbye, Mother." Maxwell said, waving as the two ghosts vanished. He sighed, not knowing what to think or say. He had just talked to his dead parents after years of his mind being tortured by their deaths, and they had given him a confusing peek at his future.
"Let's....go back to the table." Maxwell said, not masking his feelings as he started to walk back to the dining room.


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