France entered the main sleeping quarters shakily. The decapitation was still fresh in his mind.

The gang leader himself sat on his cot, staring at a mask similar to the one his guard Spring wore, except it was in light colors. Not pastel like Funtime.

"I lost Lighttrap." Glitch began in somber tones. For those few seconds France could see the soft, affectionate Canada he once was. "She was one of our best."

France had no response. He didn't know Lighttrap at all, therefore was not fit to offer any compassion for the loss. "How did she die?"

"FBI got her. Shot her twenty times. This is all we have left of her." France could've sworn a tear ran down the mask's cheek.

"You care about her?" France asked gently.

"I care about all my gang. I'm a heartless monster, but not to them. My gang is my family." Glitch didn't look up at him. "I used to be able to feel love, do you understand? I gave and I gave and I gave until there was nothing left. Nothing but hate. So I started to give that. Maybe if I give all that away, I can feel love again."

France realized just how broken Glitch was. "What do you mean by that?"

"You will never be able to understand just how little love I've gotten. From you, my brother, my other caretaker, the countries of the world, my own people, even..." Glitch spat his words. "my creator. All you've ever done was overlook me or confuse me for someone else. And I was nice about it. But when you run out of love to give, well" Glitch smiled slightly. "the people around you quickly find that the sun doesn't shine forever."

France had no words. Despite all that Glitch had done, all that he's taken...

He was right.