A/N: Been watching Grave of the Fireflies...Happy Father's Day!
"Don't...cry, Z. I'll be okay..."
Zim's pink eyes stung with the force of how weak that optimistic voice sounded now, how dull the acidic green eyes had become. Eyes that watched him for years on end...
"Xion..."
"Here." The weak Vortian croaked, handing the Irken a plate with nothing on it but a single leaf. "Waffles...I made them for you. Try one."
Wordlessly, Zim took one, clenching his zipper-like teeth together as the little one's thin body was wracked with another convulsion. His chemical makeup was shutting down, like dominoes falling to create a picture. Except this picture was one no one wanted to see.
"Thank you...Xii."
The Vortian hybrid smiled. His eyes closing once more before his chest stopped moving.