"What is love?" The universe whispers tauntingly into the ears of those in the liminal split second between life and death.
"Guilty," Jimmy sobs, the remnants of his broken shield still strapped to his arm as his clawed wounds sting purple and his fluttering canary heart stills, "because why do I have to love someone I'll end up dragging down with me?"
"Honest," Tango chokes out through worry and frustration, too far away to save them, teeth grit into a lopsided grin and grappling at his abruptly cold heart, "and that's better than nothing."
"Determined." Ren croaks, eyes squinted in response to the explosion of pain breaking through his skull, blood he can't feel dripping down his head. "I would have fought them all for him if I got the chance."
"Trust." BigB gasps, fingers twitching to reach out in front of him for Ren as he watches him crumple through a shock of dizzying pain. "I would have followed him through anything, in the end."
"A mistake!" Grian shrieks, stunned after being thrown harshly into a wall out of nowhere, one hand still tangled with the ladder he tried to climb to safety. "A mistake that I keep making!"
"Confusing," Scar yelps, slumped over his horse and clutching the reins in a white-knuckled grip of terror, forever lost in the maw of the woods, "and- and out of reach!"
"It's togetherness, isn't it?" Joel laughs, a little hysterical, one hand clinging to Etho's arm as they burn in tandem, stuck in a feedback loop of lava and pain. "Through thick and thin."
Etho holds him back, one hand gripping the edge of a shirt with his face on it, laughing just as bittersweetly. "Well, it definitely had something to do with why I couldn't let him go to the Nether alone!"
"Communication and care!" Bdubs shouts through a hoarse throat, aching with dog bites and the vengeful cut of an axe across the chest. "It never changed! I always loved him!"
"It was us doing our best," Impulse sighs as he sees blood well from Bdubs' mouth over Pearl's shoulder and feels like his heart has been sliced clean through with the same axe, "and it was wonderful."
"It's still a choice," Cleo declares with a hint of laughter in her voice, ignoring the way her body tears on the treetop that couldn't cushion her fall, "and one that I can make as many times as I want!"
"Baby, don't hurt me." Martyn sings quietly in the underground nook he fell into, pangs overtaking his body and still holding a lit rocket in his launcher as he stumbles into the stone and chuckles weakly. "Stubbornness, isn't it? It all worked out eventually."
"Forgiveness," Scott muses in the eye of a hot burst of TNT, agony to the point of numbness washing over him as he stares at Pearl through the explosion with a smile, "and freedom."
"Everything." Pearl breathes in a state of shock, the weight of being the winner, if only for the briefest second, hanging heavy over her. "It was everything."
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