Tarin had questions. Sebastian lifted his head and tilted it at him. He couldn't answer those questions, at least not in this form; he began the shift back to human. Rapidly, but still not quickly enough, his unicorn form aged. His fur grew long and scraggly in some places and fell out in others. His skin hung loosely. His bones, still trying to heal, grew brittle. His joints swelled and his horn lost its sheen. Older, older.

Stupid. He should have been man and not beast from the beginning. It was another mistake on the long list of mistakes he had made lately. Right now he needed to be a leader, needed to pull himself together in a way that could actually provide that leadership.

Young. His body shriveled and shrank until all that was left was a little baby, white and helpless, but growing quickly. Childhood on fast forward. Sebastian stood up, sniffled. His arms hurt still. Tears formed in his baby blue eyes as he looked up at Shin.

“Where'd Tarin go?” he asked in a small and terrified sounding voice. He was still growing. Even before Shin answered, Sebastian was growing closer and closer to his height.

>>> “Lee just...” Shin pointed, wide eyed toward the far end of the battlefield.

Sebastian wiped away his tears and stood on his toes to see where the Asian was pointing at. It was difficult to see over the tall people fighting all around him. The crowd shifted, and through and in the spaces in between he caught a glimpse of Tarin holding someone, both covered in red.

Sebastian forgot that he was naked in the middle of a battlefield, forgot everything except the fact that he needed to get to Lee now. He dodged into the crowd and wove between couples and groups engaged in elaborate dances to the death. Almost there. Almost...

He made it. A naked, nearly grown Sebastian broke free of the crowd and stumbled to where Tarin was crouching and holding Lee. He reached out, touched her face. Nothing happened. Sebastian tried again, putting both palms against either side of her face. Nothing.

He was too late.

Everything was happening so fast. Gun shots, shouting, the sound of failure, the sound of success. So many sounds. He could hardly keep track of the motion around him, so he let it blur, and focused on one thing. He let the sounds tell him what was happening, and let his shards guard his back. A rainbow wall of triangles floated behind Shin as he stood, watching over the unicorn as it healed.

Shin's eyes rose to focus on Tarin as he asked Sebastian a question.

>>”Sebastian? What do we do now? How many of these people can you heal? How do we get out of here?”

A question, it seemed, Sebastian couldn't answer in his current form. And so, he changed.

But it was slow. Too slow.

Shin glanced over his shoulder, and shifted the shard wall slightly out of the way to check out the battle scene, then returned its guard to its place, and snapped his focus back on baby Sebastian.

... Baby...?

Sebastian was a child, then he was a bit older, advancing to the next stage. Shin watched with confusion as Sebastian changed.

Then, something happened. Tarin left. Why did Tarin--?

Shin turned, the shard wall parted into two, and his eyes jerked to Tarin's back. They fell to... Lee. Shin felt a weight in his stomach growing, like an out-of-control loaf of rising dough. This was... Bad. This was bad. Lee was hurt, and--

A terrified voice spoke over his shoulder.

>>“Where'd Tarin go?”

Shin slowly turned back to the child that was Sebastian. His heart pounded uncontrollably-fast in his chest.

"Lee just..." He pointed. His hand swung widely, almost as wide as his eyes, and wavered on Tarin and Lee's forms. It hung there, not knowing what else to do. What could he do? All Shin was good for was cutting... cutting up relationships, slicing guards, doing math... and...

Sebastian moved past him, stark naked and vulnerable, as Shin realized at last what he could do. He could protect. Even if it was a man's decency. Even if it was a boy's modesty. The rainbow shard wall shifted as Shin began to run. After Sebby. After Ghost's husband, the nudist. Rainbow triangles danced the drastic contrast between rainbow sheen and unicorn-shifter waist.

His eyes lowered to Sebastian's healing progress as he censored the man's features with the power of his mind.

Nothing happened. Sebastian tried again, and a sense of urgency and dread joined the bread in Shin's gut.

Nothing...

"Lee..." The words left Shin's mouth in a whisper.

No.

"Over there."

Lee glanced quickly at Slate to see where he was pointing, then turned her head in that direction. He was dirty, he had a beard (something Lee had never seen on her husband's face before), but it was most definitely Tarin.

Lee almost jumped forward, almost ran over to Tarin as fast as she possibly could, which would have been quite fast at that moment. But she managed to stop herself; Tarin was always chastising her for jumping in, for putting herself in unnecessary danger. For not being careful.

And so Lee continued her cautious advance, though it was quicker than it had been before she had spotted her husband.

No one was close to her still, no one seemed to be even approaching her from a distance. She didn't see anything approaching her at all. So Lee was more than a little shocked when suddenly it felt like she had been punched in the chest. Hard.

Lee stumbled a step, her hand reaching up to where it felt like she'd been hit. She couldn't breathe. Why couldn't she breath, Lee wondered. She'd been punched before, this was worse.

Taking her eyes off Tarin, she hadn't even realized till this moment that she'd been staring at him, Lee looked down and saw her hand covered in something red. She tried to gasp in shock, but no air seemed to want to enter her lungs.

What, how? Lee's eyes, confused, scared, looked up, searching for Tarin. It was hard, a fuzzy whiteness was forming around her vision, and what wasn't covered by that was getting blurry.

She had to get to Tarin. Lee tried to move forward again, but instead simply fell forward, knees hitting the ground first before she collapsed onto her face a moment later.

Tarin....

Lee tried to push herself back up, but her arms weren't listening to her.

Why was it cold all of a sudden? So cold.

And then Lee felt something warm. No, not warm, hot. Hands on her shoulders. It had to be Tarin, it just had to be. Even though his voice sounded so far away...

Lee stopped walking.

Then she was dead.

There was a fine spray of red on Slate's coat sleeve, from the exit wound. It reminded him of when he had taken over the Kabal. As memories went, it was a relatively fond one: the blood had belonged to the last disloyal employee in the Labs. It's shedding had secured Mondragon Labs, the Kabal, and the rest of Antonescu's former empire as his own. It had been his first move; it had lead to Colombia, and to here.

Lee took a step, and collapsed forward. It struck him as strange, how she moved: she had always been graceful. She was not, at the end.

Tarin seemed to materialize like one of his spirits; he held Lee to himself. Slate wondered, idly, if Tarin would blame him for her death. He would quite understand that sentiment: it was quite well founded. Likely he would retire from the Kabal. That would be inconvenient.

Sebastian joined them. His pale hands touched Lee's body, but nothing happened. He was wearing some manner of--no; Slate recognized the shards from the King Pharmaceuticals battle, and he was certainly acquainted with their user. Shin. It seemed to Slate like Shin should have better things to be focusing on, than hiding what a man was naturally born with. There was no shame in Sebastian's nakedness, as he rushed to save a friend. There was no shame, that he could not do anything for her. Like the rest of him, Sebastian had been born with his power. It had its limits, as did all things living.

Slate had better things to be doing, too, then standing frozen. Ah. Was this 'shock'? It was a singularly useless mental state.

With a jolt, he skidded down to Lee's side, and took her hand in his. There was still time--though her chest was... was beyond repair by normal medical means, Slate's own healing only needed a single spark of--

Lee's went out. A black shutter closed around her mind.

Slowly, Slate released her hand. He did not want to be holding it anymore. He did not understand how Tarin could keep touching it. It was not Lee anymore. It was her blood and bones, but it was not her.

Death was not a state. It was an end.

"I am sorry, Tarin," he stated, with the same finality as Sebastian's hands, and Lee's hollow gray eyes, still open.

For the longest time, Tarin didn’t even realize that there were people gathering around him as he cradled Lee in his lap. The rest of the world had completely ceased to exist. There were still people hurt, still people dying, but it had all faded into a dull background when Lee hit the ground. Suddenly the camps stopped mattering, as did everything else excepting the woman draped across his lap, the blue eyes locked into his own brown. Why wasn’t she talking? Why wasn’t she making sure he knew that the wound wasn’t as bad as he’d originally thought? The sticky wetness on his hands and soaking his jeans was irrelevant. Lee was going to be fine, Lee had to be fine.

Where were Sebastian…and Slate? The Kabal-leader’s voice had rang in his head what felt like an eternity ago, Lee had fallen an eternity ago. Where was Sebastian? He’d been nearly healed when Tarin had seen Lee. Tarin wanted to look, wanted to yell for them again, but he couldn’t pull his eyes from Lee’s.

Feet skidded over the rocky ground and hands reached out towards Lee’s face. Tarin instinctively jerked Lee back, into his chest before he realized it was only Sebastian. Hope surged in him, but nothing was happening. Lee still stared, lips parted, and Tarin realized that she wasn’t looking at him anymore. Both Sebastian’s hands were on her face now, any time she’d move…he’d yell at her for getting distracted in the middle of a battle like that. Nothing happened.

Slate appeared, and Tarin’s head jerked to the young leader of the Kabal, pleading desperately as he grabbed Lee’s hand. Slate only held it for a moment, though, then jerked away as if he’d been burned. The words, ‘ham sandwich’ flashed in Tarin’s mind, and memories of a similar reaction surfaced unbidden from the lands that housed the Medium’s worst nightmares. Slate had reacted that way when Tarin had been in the coma…when his spirit had not been in his body…he barely heard Slate speak.

Tears blurred Tarin’s vision as he shook his head, a strangled, ”No” tearing from his throat. ”You fix her, dammit. You. Fix. Her.”

Nobody moved.

Tarin looked down again, Lee was still staring up at the ceiling of the cave. No, she wasn’t staring, according to both Slate and Sebastian she’d never see again. Slate…who Tarin had seen heal a man with a crushed spine…said Lee was …was….he couldn’t think the words. They were telling him that she’d never smile at him again, never come out of the closet knowing her outfit would leave his jaw on the floor…never argue with him about a baby again….

The battle still raged on around them, and Tarin was completely oblivious. Lee wasn’t dead. They just weren’t trying hard enough. There wasn’t that much blood, despite the evidence staining them both. Lee was alive and she was going to be fine just as soon as Slate and Sebastian stopped screwing around and....a small explosion pulled Tarin’s eyes…and he saw her.

She was transparent, like all spirits were when he first saw them, and Tarin’s eyes widened in horror as he recognized Lee. They made eye contact, and she turned to walk away. All the grief, all the sadness, all the emotion coalesced inside him at that moment and turned to rage.

”NO!” Tarin screamed, completely unaware of the feeling building inside of him as he scrambled from under Lee’s body and half-crawled after the spirit. He grabbed it mentally, anchoring it with his powers. She kept walking, no matter how he yelled, though, she was leaving. Tarin couldn’t let her leave.

Turning, more desperate than he’d ever been in his life, Tarin grabbed Sebastian by the shoulders and shook him, screaming in the other man’s face as pins and needles surged through his body, ”You can’t let her go. Not like this!” Then the world exploded in a kaleidoscope of fragmented color.

Sebastian took his hands from Lee's face. He was too late. He had wasted too much time getting here and he had lost her before he even had a chance to try and save her. Slate tried as well, but there it was of no use. No matter how different their healing abilities were, one thing was the same; it didn't work on people who were dead. If it had been Ghost...

>>>”No.” ... ”You fix her, dammit. You. Fix. Her.”

...he would be heartbroken, too. Everything he had done leading up to this day had been to save her. Everyone who had died, it was all his fault, all his own selfish design to save the one person who mattered to him the most. In a way, Lee's death was his fault, too. He hadn't meant for her to die, for anyone in particular to die, yet he had known there would be deaths and had helped to orchestrate this whole thing. He could have been patient and gone through more peaceful roundabout routes to liberate the camps, but it would have taken months. In that time Ghost might have died, or Slate, or Tarin. It had been a gamble with death, and death was going to take his dues no matter what.

Lee... It felt wrong to leave her empty eyes staring up at the ceiling like that. Tentatively he reached out and with Ghost's semi-incorporeal fingertips closed her eyes.

Tarin jerked like he had been hit by lightning. His eyes followed something invisible. His face twisted from disbelieving to agonizingly horrified all in an instant. A second instant passed and his hands were on Sebastian's shoulders, shaking him, screaming at him. He couldn't even hear the words. There was a rush of wind and color, then pins and needles that felt like his own healing power minus the cold jolted through his limbs.

--

His eyes opened for the first time, and he had to blink several times to get his eyes adjusted to the light. Somehow he instinctively knew that it had been dark...before. Now, though, the whole world seemed to be made of light. As his eyes adjusted he could make out more and more of his surroundings. Everything he saw was made of thin strands of brilliance,each vibrating in a slightly different frequency to create sounds and colors.

Altogether it was an overwhelming experience, but if he paid attention to just a small part, it was quite beautiful. In front of him, for example, was a particularly thick tangle of threads. When he looked closer, he realized it was a person, woven together in a shimmering fabric of silver that appeared fluorescent blue when viewed at the correct angle. He was moving, and as he moved, the light that represented the start of each thread left behind a trail to show where it had been, stretching back and back into the infinity of his journey through life. Was it his imagination or were these threads three sided rather than rounded like the others? Such unique individuality! His eyes followed the bluesilver threads back as far as he could see, until they were lost in the myriad of colors that spiraled down from the surface, all the paths that had brought the chaotic rainbow together.

Was all of life this beautiful?

There were other shapes of people around him; a young man whose threads were grey with a silver lining like a constantly shifting cloudy sky. Inside of him, white threads wove in and out of the grey ones, as if they were holding his tangled skein together. There was also a girl, who he could only see out of the corner of his eye. If he tried to look at her directly, her Spring colored threads disappeared completely from his vision, but he could still hear them humming with a vibrant melodious energy that seemed to cancel out sounds from other threads near her. He wanted to take time to examine every individual, to see the unique intricacies of their thread patterns.

In his hands he held... someone. He hadn't noticed her at first because she didn't shine like everyone else, there was nothing to draw his attention to her except for the fact that she rested in his hands. He bent his head toward her. She was very hard to see, just a dark bundle of threads with all the color drained out of them. Were they still draining? The grey got duller and darker as something pulled away at the colors. Another being, made completely out of color and light was moving away, taking all the color with her. She was not confined by threads like the others, but without it she was rapidly fading away into nothingness. A little bird who had escaped her cage and couldn't live long on her own.

That was unfair, for her to leave and take all the colors with her when he was trying to see them all. He tugged at the wisps of her that were floating by and away, and pulled her back again. Then, because it seemed like the right shape to hold her, he pushed her back in the empty thread cage in his hands. Her threads flickered sunset orange and pink. She didn't want to stay there, though, and instantly started to seep out again through the places where the threads in her chest where the weaving of the body had unraveled. In, he insisted, and this time he closed the cage door after her; one thought and the threads set themselves right again. Much better.

She was dead… she was really… all those times he’d talked with her when Tarin was in his coma, all that Jello, all those things he realized Tarin would never get to say to Lee now that she was gone, came crashing in on Shin as he focused his mind of the math.

2 – 1 = 1

… Tarin would be all alone. And that wasn’t cool. That wasn’t…

Shin gritted his teeth. He was right with Tarin there, with the rage, but at the same time, couldn’t compare… this was unfair. This was cruel. This was—

”Dammit!” Shin cursed. This was trash.

Tarin was freaking, now. Yelling at Sebastian, yelling at anyone without hearing distance, yelling at the world… and then, it seemed, the world shouted back.

Everything that was important to her lay behind her, in the form of the man who had been holding her body, and yet Lee felt drawn, felt like she was being pulled, in the other direction. It was a strong pull, something that Lee wasn't sure she'd be able to fight against and win even if she tried, so she simply turned and started moving in that direction.

As she walked, everything around her seemed to dissipate a bit more. Become blurrier, more out of focus, more unimportant. Even the man she had left behind her. No, that wasn't it. The man behind her wasn't becoming less important, the draw to him wasn't becoming weaker, it just felt that way in comparison with how the pull from in front of her was growing stronger.

And then she felt something trying to pull her back, though she couldn't say how it was doing it. It felt like a hand trying to grab her and pull her back, which kept slipping off as if it couldn't get a hold, but it didn't feel like an external touch.

Everything around her was really starting to fade, now. Instead of seeing actual shapes and images, all that seemed to be around her were blurs of colour. Not that Lee really seemed all that interested in trying to bring anything into closer focus.

All of a sudden, she felt something grabbing a hold of her, something pulling her back, hard.

It hurt. Well, not really pain, but it kind of ached all over, which was made even stranger by the fact that she hadn't really felt much of anything since she had seen her own body.

And then there was real pain as she found herself back in her body. She tried to gasp - she'd been without air for far too long - but that only added to the pain, and she stopped mid-gasp.

Before she knew it, she felt herself leaving the body once again, spectral tears falling down her face. It didn't matter whether she wanted to stay or whether she wanted to leave that body behind, it just wasn't natural for her to go back like this.

The pulling sensation came back, dragging her back once more. Only this time, once she was back in the body, she didn't leave again. It hurt, it really hurt, but gradually, over what seemed like ever, the pain started to dissipate.

Finally, Lee was able to gasp, a shallow intake of breath. Followed by another, slightly deeper breath as real tears started falling from her eyes. She would deal with everything else later, for now Lee was going to just focus on being able to breath again.

Tarin really never knew how to describe what happened during a merge. It was a plethora of feeling, a complete loss of himself, but somehow he was still there…clinging somehow by a thread to the consciousness he’d lost. Sebastian was there too, and they were marvelous. Tarin didn’t feel the need to fight this, there was no reason to fight it, Lee was dead. He gave over completely, willing whatever was going to happen…to happen.

The bundle of colored threads settled itself after a few moments and that felt much better, much more right than it had before and for a while he simply stayed as he was, watching the colors as they swirled in their natural way. It really was beautiful now that the bundle of colors were home, sunset and sunrise colors melding and blending in and out of one another, growing stronger the longer they were back in their home.

Loud noises nearby pulled his attention from the colors in his lap, and he frowned at the chaos reigning around him. There were more colored threads escaping from their cages, more colors fading into bright lights, leaving empty shells of darkness. It just wouldn’t do.

Casting one more look at the bundle of threads in his lap, he stood…and was hit by a barrage of loud noise and stinging pain. That was unpleasant, and distracting from the task at hand. It wasn’t right for those colors to fade like they were, he simply had to put them back where they belonged. More loud noises, more stinging pain. This body simply wasn’t going to work.

From somewhere deep, deep down in his consciousness he pulled a form. A far more appropriate form for the activities at hand. It was large, it was beautiful, it would accomplish the task far better than the weak form he currently inhabited.

He changed. It happened in a rainbow flash of light, similar to all the beautiful colors he had seen so far. He no longer hand hands…but he didn’t really need them. The long, sparkling horn protruding from his forehead was just as effective at snagging the threads and poking them back where they belonged, a nudge from his snowy iridescent nose enough to fix the holes that threatened to let them leak back out.

There was much work to do. The colors belonged in their proper place.

The Kabal's Leader was not sure what his employees were doing. Tarin, for example, had simply vanished. Lee had died (without his permission, a part of his mind noted). Lenna was shooting people. Many people. Also without permission, though he did not find himself disapproving. Sebastian had... changed. Tarin had shaken him: colorful light had enveloped them. Then Tarin was gone, and the man holding Lee was... different.

His mentor's skin was darker than it had been. His hair, if anything, was lighter. Slate was not sure how one could have hair lighter than white. Perhaps it was the aftermath of the light, playing tricks in his eyes.

Also, the man could raise the dead now.

Slate could feel Lee's spirit being pulled back, like a tangible force; threads of something unseen brushed against his arms and face, carrying the distinct feel of her. Her, as she came back to her body. As the man pushed her back in, and sealed the wound after, more efficiently than even Slate could have done. No, not efficiently: gracefully. With dignity. He seemed to simply will the wound away, and it went.

Lee gasped, and continued gasping, for quite some time. Slate sympathized with that reaction. He had been dead once, too.

The man stood, as if he'd found more pressing things to look upon than the crying woman at his feet.

And then he was not a man.

"You are not Sebastian," Slate stated, staring up at the equine. He could not seem to look away. The colors of its transformation lingered, in threads of gold, red, and...gray. Slate tentatively reached out a hand to touch that last one. It pointed back towards him, just as the sunset colors pointed down to Ms. Brooks. A shudder went through his body on contact.

Ah.

So that was his soul.

He would... refrain from doing that, again. It was... something of a feedback loop, he supposed, his memories and feelings amplifying within themselves, painfully acute.

A hundred fine colored threads shimmered in the air around the unicorn, where they met the intangible force of the immortal's own power on the way to and from their sources.

Slate couldn't stop himself from gently brushing his hand against another. It was... beautiful. Carefully, he reached out to lace his finger's in the immortal's soft mane.

"Take me with you?" He asked quietly.

A soft song vibrated through the clouded one's question as he spoke it. He didn't know why he crouched to let the boy climb onto his back. Something in his voice's song was too beautiful, too pure, to resist.

A moment later they were galloping across the battlefield to the center where he could best work his weavings. His hooves effortlessly found empty places to step where they wouldn't crush anyone who was caught surprised by the sudden appearance of the large, dazzlingly bright creature. It seemed that his appearance alone was enough to shock many of the combatants into peaceful stillness.

Many was not all.

A whistling noise and a ripple through the threads indicated that projectiles were now being aimed at him. He was a target that was difficult to miss, but the bullets, rather than sting him passed right through him and splattering uselessly against the walls high above anyone else's heads.

Fixing the broken colors would be and endless task if this fighting didn't stop. Anyone who was still moving to swing punches, shoot guns, slash, kick, throw, or otherwise injure an opponent either small or large had a surprise coming. The immortal beast reared and tossed his head, letting his horn selectively snag on particular strings that shimmered in the air around him. A man leveling his gun for another shot was tugged backwards abruptly and hit the wall. A woman swinging a brilliantly flaming fist was tossed to the ground, tugged by the downwards by the threads of her own soul. Another and another went down, some finding that they couldn't get back up again, like they were tied up in invisible cords. Another and another, until the courtyard was at relative peace.

Now the work began.

At his feet lay the first puzzle. Bits of colorless tangles were scattered everywhere. A small bit of shimmering green still lingered, but in pieces all over the floor with another fading color mixed guiltily inside of it, as if another soul had tried to inhabit this souls' home. The creature tugged the green strands, pulling the soul back from where it had wandered, and began to put him back together again from the bits.

His eyes were locked on Lee. She was a fixed point. His mind didn't want to believe... everything was going on around them. Shouting, gunfire, healers, healing... and she was dead... there was a flash of color and light, and then, she wasn't.

Her chest rose as Lee took in a heavy breath. Shin's eyes widened. She was alive!! Tears welled in the corners of his eyes. This was great! Slate and Sebastian had been wrong. They'd done something!! Or... he turned, back towards her husband, expecting him to be right there with him, feeling the same kind of relief... Tarin was gone. Sebastian... was also gone. And in their place, someone else stood.

"David... Bowie?" it was the first thought to pass through his mind. It passed through it quietly, just a whisper of a question, the strange calm before the storm. And then, the hurricane of questions came. Who? What? Why? And where...

Another burst of color and light silenced the questions. A unicorn stood in Bowie's place.

One of the last questions came back, more nagging this time. "... What?" Then, Slate rode it. The higher faculties of Shin's brain's logic center shut down. All that came out? "Whoa."

The rainbow shard censors vanished, their purpose served.

Lenna paused to snap another magazine into place. When her eyes rose again, they fell on something shocking in the distance. Her boss, riding a unicorn. ... At least, she thought it was a unicorn. It could have been all sorts of things. Insanity setting in, possibly, or maybe she'd died, and gone to heaven... but then, they'd decided she didn't deserve the pearly gates, and threw her back down to hell with Slate riding bareback. Either way, she got the impression that now was not a good time to continue shooting things. The people falling to their knees on the battlefield had been her first clue. The man who'd hit the wall, her second.

Lenna slid her handgun into her holster, and crossed her arms impassively. Fine, then. She'd let Slate have his fun. He could run around with his rainbow threads, and his healing the dead and mortally injured, and undoing all her 'good' work. Lenna'd let him have it. She walked back towards the furthest wall, and made herself scarce.

Best keep out of the little pony's way...

It took a while, dozens of breaths though Lee wasn't counting, Lee finally started feeling more like herself again, like it wasn't hurting simply being in her body once more, and she opened her eyes. Then she looked around, a frown shortly forming on her face. Hadn't she heard Tarin just before...everything had happened? But, if she had heard Tarin, where was he? Because Lee didn't see Tarin anywhere.

She tried to call out, but ended up having to swallow before she could get any words out. Even then, all she was able to manage was calling "Tarin" in barely more than a whisper. She didn't see Slate, either. Hadn't he been like right behind her when they came in?

And then Lee saw Shin standing not far from where she was laying. "Where's Tarin?" Lee asked as she slowly pushed herself up. It was then, as she continued to look around, that Lee noticed Tarin was nowhere in sight, which didn't make sense, he wouldn't have willingly left her like that, would he?

Then Lee saw a very strange sight: Slate, who had been following her, riding what looked like a very large unicorn. With Tarin still nowhere to be seen. "...Shin?" Lee asked, her face paling slightly. She'd seen Tarin merge, seen him come close to merging, when he was upset. Please, oh please, don't let him have merged, Lee begged. "Where's Tarin, Shin?"

>> "...Shin?" "Where's Tarin, Shin?"

A finger slowly snaked its way to point at the unicorn. "There." There wasn't much else one could say here. There wasn't much else that came to mind. Pretty much, just everything about this scene was right in that statement, right there. This magical, mystical, frolicking... there. Shin raised her a "Does... this happen often?"