"What?" Luke gasped, his eyes widening. "W-why didn't y-you tell me?"

"I-I couldn't," Maddie said. "I knew you wouldn't let me fight."

"Luke," Carter said. "Stop this, you need to rest. For Maddie." Issy stood and turned away, clearly shaken, and walked off.

"There's no point," Anna said, voice heavy. "It's too late."

"Don't say that!" Maddie screamed at her, eyes blazing wildly.

"M-Maddie," Luke gasped. His wife looked back down at him. "I love you so m-much. I k-know you'll be a good mother. Raise... o-our...ch-child well..." With the last of his strength, he sat upward and kissed his wife one last time. It was sweet and only lasted for a few seconds before he fell back limp, lifeless, dead. Madeline screamed with all the sorrow that was within her, her body violently shaking. Emma sobbed beside her friend, feeling the girl's pain.

"E-Emma," Issy said. Emma glanced up, vision blurry from tears. Issy stood before them, face red with emotion. She held something in her hands and when Emma realized what it was, she leapt up and took it. She held in her hands the Eye of Bartleby. "He had it over there," Issy pointed to where a golden chest sat in the throne room, her voice shaky. Emma sighed.

"I-I guess this means we can go home now," She said. "We can all go home."

Emma brought the Eye of Bartleby back to Libra that night and was met with joyous shouts that weighed heavy on her as her grief for Luke's death was still fresh. "I knew you could do it, Lady Feathersong!" Bartleby cooed. He turned and placed the eye back into its socket and removed his eyepatch once and for all. He glowed with joy that turned sour in Emma's eyes. "I knew you could do it."

"Yeah," She said softly.

"What's wrong?" Blossom asked, standing nearby.

"We lost a friend," Emma said. "In the battle against Kane."

"I-I'm so sorry," Bartleby said. "Have I caused you such trouble?"

"No," Emma stated. "We decided to fight him ourselves."

"Death is something to be pondered," Blossom said. "How it can dwell in the same world as Life and yet make it all so balanced. I suppose it takes a wizard to understand, or at least one to figure out." She met Emma's eyes. The Theurgist's throat tightened. Then she let go of all she was keeping inside. She cried and cried, held in Blossom's arms. With Life, she decided, there must be death.