Ballister was looking through his hide out… His… Friend had just sacrificed herself. Nimona… She… Was… Dead. He was praying that.. That maybe she’d come back. She… Was… His daughter. Fine, he admitted it to himself. She was his daughter. Even if it wasn’t biological, she was his daughter.

He looked at the ‘murder wall’ Nimona made, his daughter made. He looked down at the drawing he had found, it was at the shrine the townspeople made in remembrance of her… He took a deep breath, and replaced the biggest photo with it… it said ‘We love Nimona’ in child hand writing, with a child-drawn picture of the pink-haired girl.

Ambrosius: “Hey.” he mumbled, walking over to his boyfriend. They were on speaking terms again, now that Ambrosius knew the thing was a set up and everything… “How… How’re you holding up?…” He wrapped his arm around his sad boyfriend. “I… I’m sorry for your loss.” He guided he boyfriend to the couch, where they sat down.

“I’m fine, Ambrosius. Just…” Ballister mumbled.

Ambrosius: “Miss her.” He mumbled, gently rubbing Ballister’s arm.

But then there was a knock at the door, and Ballister perked up, and got up running over to it. When he opened it, no one was there. He immediately deflated.

Ambrosius: “What?” He walked over, looking around a bit outside.

“Nothing- just- thats how I met her.. She knocked on the door, when I opened it there was no one there, then she just appeared-“

“Behind you?” a teen girl’s voice came from behind Ballister, and he spun around quickly.

“Holy shit! N-Nimona! Y-You’re- alive! And-“ Ambrosius came behind him.

ambrosius: “So, you’re the kid that my boyfriend pretty much adopted?” He laughed when Ballister elbowed him lightly in the chest. “Nice to meet you- er- out of when I was trying to capture you- sorry about that- by the way.” He held his hand out.