What does it mean to live, really? Frank hated getting philosophical like this.
His mother, she died protecting others.
His grandmother? She gave up her safety to protect him.
Even Hazel gave up her afterlife to protect her mother.
Is that what it was all about? Selflessness? What if a person just wants to be selfish for a little while? Stay with their family, or keep their peace of mind?
But most of all, why did they have to die? Why were they taken from him?
Frank didn't want to suffer anymore. When he had that talk with his father, he just wanted to beat something up. All of his inner turmoil was not what he wanted to hear.
But as all people eventually do, Frank had that epiphany moment.
What was the point of living without something to die by?
His mother stood by her troops to protect the innocent.
His grandmother stood up for him in his time of need.
Hazel brought down Gaea's plans, taking her own life in the process.
And Frank? Well, he finally found something to fight for. He finally found his podium.
Hazel.
And no one was going to take that from him.
A/N: This one ends on a happier note than most.