Tuck simply sighed when the weasel disappeared into the darkness, staring after them, unsure of whether or not he’d made the right choice. He wasn’t used to feeling so… down on himself. He wasn’t used to feeling so much for someone other than himself, either. Was this what it was like to grow up? And if so, he didn’t like it much. He turned in the opposite direction as Envy, not wanting them to accuse him of following them or something, and began hopping away. Would things get better? Would the lights ever turn back on? Would be be stuck in this funk for the rest of his life? … He hoped not.

[Exit]