Tooth drew in a shaky breath, lighting the candle quickly before her tears could blot out the flame. A paw landed on her shoulder and another helped her up as she sobbed outright, clinging to Bunnymund, whose own tears ran down his cheeks.

"Why? Why did it have to be like this?" she asked, while North was like a statue of misery, standing silently to the side with pearly tears cascading onto his shirt. The Sandman was standing by the candles, refusing to meet their eyes while his own were made strained by salt. Each had their hearts torn by the grief of loss.

He was still believed in. But Jack had thrown himself into the middle of one of his own snowstorms, one too powerful for him to stop, as it had destroyed half a town and the people with it. It had then proceeded to throw him against a mountain, where he had been wounded badly. By the time they had found him, his body had been glimmering like a moonbeam, and they only had time to catch hold of his hand before their youngest had slipped away. His body had turned into a small amount of snowflakes, whisked away quickly by the wind.

They held a silent funeral, broken only by the sound of tears fizzling out a candle.