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After Lil' Cal got shredded in that strife with Dave, you tried to fix him.
It never worked.
He always fell apart again.
With a single hidden tear you put him away in a glass case where nothing, nor anyone, would or could hurt him anymore.
Just an antique, now.
He was still there sometimes, though.
Just sick.
Weak.
Tired.
You were all alone.
