The Grimm Knight fell to its knees with ragged, pained breathes. A small figure looked at him with a gentle sadness in its eyes.
Jenny: *Breathing heavy* Is it over?
Jamie: Yeah ... That should be enough ...
Jamie slowly stepped forward, placing his spear on the ground.
Malachite: Be careful, Jamie.
Jamie: One little star, up high~
The Knight ceased writhing at the words, its breathing growing steady
Jamie: Two little stars, float by~
It turned its head upward to face Jamie, what little bits of plating giving a vaguely saddened look.
Jamie: Three little stars, it's time to search and find~
Jamie kneeled down and pressed his forehead against the Knight's.
Jamie: I've got you.
A flash of gold emanated from the meeting point, filling the room with a warmth that hadn't been felt it years.
Little Jamie: You won! You found him! Papa said You're all grown up now!
Jamie: *smiles sadly*
Little Jamie: *Fading Away* He also said-
Jaune: *Dissolving* I'm sorry I couldn't be around all these years, Jamie.
Jamie: Papa?
Jaune: *Fully turning to ash and golden dust* I'm proud of how far you've come ...
Jamie: *Reaching out to the swirling, shimmering particles, eyes full of tears* Papa!
