Poe and Skitzo are all that's left-- all that stand between the corruption and the rest of the world. The two companions move through the dark slowly, the pressure of the darkness making it nearly impossible to do otherwise. The number of fireflies has diminished, feeling as though it is continuing to decrease rapidly, making the dark that much worse.
Before long, the only visible fireflies are avoiding the lantern-- and Poe-- like the plague. Every now and then, a firefly could be seen hiding amongst the branches of the trees-- fireflies Lanky could have collected easily. Rocks that almost certainly have fireflies trapped within litter the path. They are reminders of the friends the companions have lost on their journey.
Skitzo chases the fireflies back and forth, capturing two of them before something that looks almost like a hand grabs for him, squashing him in its fist before dropping him. Falling to the ground, Skitzo practically imitates a dead leaf. As his fireflies scatter, Skitzo lies on the ground, deflated somehow, his light growing dimmer and dimmer until, finally, it goes out.
Alone again, Poe must go on without his companions.
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