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CC's POV of one of Cherri and Sinna's arguments after Cherri becomes a Shadow

Sinna: Now that 4c's gone, let's go to his place, and we'll. We'll retaliate in kind. Mae: How are we gonna do that? (three seconds silence) Sinna: We can talk. Wait. Mae: I don't even know if 4c has a place. Sinna: Let's blow it up. Mae: I don't even know if he lives anywhere. (four seconds silence) Sinna: (sighs) Okay, what does 4c love most in this world? And we'll destroy it. (four seconds silence) Mae: Uhhh. NominalGravy. Sinna: Ooh, okay, here, let's-let's go. Let's go, where is he?

You pace around the top of the creeper farm. Another friend lost to the Shadows. Another friend that you couldn’t save. You should've gone alone. You should’ve died instead. You knew 4C was fine on his own, he’s survived alone before. Sinna was supposed to be your bodyguard. Instead the memory of her soul wisping through the trees haunts you. Her taunting words, too happy to be genuine.

The curse follows you silently. Taking every person you dare become close to. Appearing in the form of an explosion to the face that you narrowly missed, or a missing block in the ground. Maybe you're just destined to be alone. You know your old friends are planning your demise; a quick stab to your chest would do the trick.

You don’t hear 4C calling your name. You don’t notice him asking if you’re okay. You don’t see the splash of the water as he swims away, leaving you be. You let out a gut-retching scream as you fall onto the deepslate. No one hears you. 4C is too far, and the missing piece in your heart cannot be filled.

You take out your sword. The diamond blade glinting in the moonlight. Maybe you should just get it over with. Maybe you should submit yourself to the Shadows before someone else does it for you. You deliberate for a moment, before chucking the sword away, you crawl into a ball and sob.

You watch from a distance as Rusty chucks her sword away, and crawls into a ball. You will yourself to move, climbing the ladder up the creeper farm. Cautiously, you approach Rusty. She doesn’t notice you, but you still sit beside her, crossed-legged. You place a hand on her shoulder, hoping it helps.

You give her a blue orchid, and she takes it without saying anything. The sun sets when she decides to sit up. Wiping her eyes, she leans her head on your shoulder, and you both watch the sky turn a beautiful orange.