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Jack doesn't wear his bright blue hoodie. The familiar flecks of white are absent on the black garment he dons instead.
The images hovering above Sandy's head don't bear their usual golden sheen. Rather, they're a sickly, pale gray.
Bunny's ears droop, and for once, he doesn't bother trying to mask the tears spilling out of his dulled emerald eyes.
Empty scabbards clinking against his trousers, North walks forward. Each step feels sluggish, forced.
They gather by the grave, and Jack releases a single flower from his grasp. As it falls, it shimmers, its multicolored petals reflecting various facets of light.
It lands atop the pile of similar flowers from years past.