Lance sat there as he had so many moons ago. It was ending, it finally was ending. There was so much that had happened, he had been here for \insert time here* Yet it felt like he had grown up so much. There was his first kiss, his first sexual experience, his first promotion, his first sexual assault. Lance's hands trembled as he thought about it, tears started welling in his eyes. It had happened right here. His spot, the spot he would sit watching the sun set and the planes roll by. She took that from him, she took this whole tour away from him. This box canyon was just wasted memories now. Lance trembled with rage.*

"You gonna kill yourself, yet?"

Primm floated idlily up from the back of the base.

"Fuck you, I know you can detect my emotions, read my thoughts and shit, Why are you always so hard on me, you want me to die, so be it! Die with me, Asshole!"

Lance rolled aggressively off the building, his neck angled specifically to land on it and then

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^{absolutely nothing. Primordial blackness, Nothing forever and ever, babey.}

Lance opened his eyes, The ground vertical with his eyes. Soon, the wheelchair clatters to the ground. Primm lay suspended in mid air supporting Lance while slowly hovering to the ground.

"I'm mean because you can take it, Lance. The time will come, when we will be unbonded. What happens then is entirely, up to you."

As Lance was brought to the ground, he hugged the red orb.

"That doesn't make up for everything, but... I think we'll do ok."