I feel a weight in my arms. I realize Uncannoned has collapsed into my arms. I hold him gently in my embrace, I stroke his silver hair, comforting him. Tears stream down his face as he drops his bat.

"I hurt them," he weeps.

"It's OK," I smile, "it's over now. You don't have to hurt or be hurt anymore."

"I killed them," he continues, shaking.

"It's OK," I reply, "it's over now."

"I don't deserve you," he continues.

"You do," I reply gently setting him down as I sit, "because, I love you Uncannoned, and logic can't change that."

He continues shivering. "It's so cold," he explains.

"It's OK," I reply, "that's just your astral projection collapsing in on itself."

"I don't deserve to reform," he begins crying again, "all I do is bring pain to others."

He begins flickering, although he's not aware of it. It's happening on its own.

"Don't talk like that!" I exclaim, "we love you, all of us. Good, Evil, End, we're here for you."

The flickering stops. "I'll get some angel's blood," I explain, "taking the souls of multiple entities may make it difficult for you to revive quickly. It could be days if you die now."

"No use," he sighs, "just..." He grabs my hand, I blush nervously, "let me pass. I'll be back, I promise."

I put my fears aside and ask him a question. "You want me to sing?" I ask, "make it a little easier?"

"Please," he replies, "just don't let go."

Oh gods I'm gonna cry. He's been through so much. At least now he understands, me and the other entities, we're here for him, no matter what. I sing softly, sweetly, as he closes his eyes and his astral projection fades.

The souls of those he killed appear. The others return to life. I hold Uncannoned's soul in my hand. I can't hold back my tears any longer. I begin to cry.

"It's OK," Good smiles, "he'll revive soon."

"You're right," I reply regaining my composure, "we just need to wait."

"Well then," I.T. enters the room, "nice work Null! Glad my little buddy's OK!"

End takes a stance, prepared to fight.

"Now now," I.T. replies, "I'm an ass, but I have honor, End, you are free to go. All I ask is that Evil return my research notes."

Evil walks up to where Uncannoned died and picks up a notebook that fell near the baseball bat.

"Deal," they smile.

"Great," I.T. replies, "now, I don't have the resources to make any more shards so don't worry about that. However, I do intend to continue how I can. So, give me a ring when the kiddo returns, I have work to do."

I.T. returns to their lab.

"Come on," Good helps me up. I hold Uncannoned's soul like my life depends on it, "we've all had a bit of a day. How about BBQ at my place?"

"Sure," I smile, "sounds good."

The others leave, and I am not far behind, but I turn around, curious about I.T.'s next project. However, my curiosity is overidden by hunger, and I leave. I hope Uncannoned revives soon, cause I miss him already...