Their Clover had been like a shooting star; so uncommon, so hopeful and bright, and yet, so quick to fade away. They had never seen an actual star, let alone a shooting one, given monsterkind's predicament; however, they imagined it would be nothing compared to Clover's presence, their essence, their smile. With just one soul away from freedom, all of them couldn't help but wonder... Has it been really worth it? The answer they collectively found was no. Nothing would ever replace them or make their sacrifice worthwhile, for they shone brighter than the sun itself, and no wind would ever be as refreshing as their presence proved to be.