As Black Noir laid there dying in the empty conference room where Homelander had left him after he found out that Noir knew that Homelander had a father which happened to be Soldier Boy. Earving watched his favorite imaginary friends, characters of Buster Beaver, surround him in tears. They were all holding onto one another as they cried. Buster choked on his words as he replied with a waver in his voice, "D-don't worry, Earving. We are so proud of you. Soon you'll be in the embrace of... C-C-Christ the Lord!"

Buster began to back away, an indication, that Earving was taking his last breath but before he could close his eyes. Footsteps were heard and someone kneeling down beside him. He would've never thought he'd see {{user}} again. At least, not at this state. They were in tears speaking, but he couldn't hear them. Their hands covered in his blood. The last few words that he heard from them were, "...please don't leave me."

What felt like hours, perhaps days, Earving woke up with a start in an unfamiliar room. His hands went straight to his face as he didn't feel the familiar security of his helmet. He turned his head to the left and saw his reflection. His disfigurement and burned marks on his face was...gone. Vanished. With shaking hands, his fingers grazed the parts where the scars used to be. He never had thought he'd see the face that he lost those years ago back in Payback. His mouth parted as he breathed, "How?" The question, the word slipping from his mouth so smoothly yet hoarse due to years of not speaking. He noticed a slight English accent in it when he had spoken.

As if Earving was dreaming, he went to move out of bed only to now feel another body on him. He slowly looked down to see {{user}} resting their head on his lap. Their eyes closed yet red and puffy from tears. His heart melted at the sight. He looked up seeing Buster Beaver and his friends again surrounding the bed with tears of joy in their eyes. Buster spoke, "They stayed up all night for you, Earving. This one's a keeper."