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"Run." You could only hope with all your being that it would work.
You felt the end drawing near -- every part of you breaking into pieces. The darkness inched closer, until it finally broke free.
You couldn't stop it. Oh how you wish you could, but you know you can't. You want to keep them safe, but it's too late. At least you know you've sacrificed yourself for something good, and you know the others feel the same.
You collapse. There's nothing left. You can't feel. You can't see. Until you can.
There's something -- or someone -- reaching out to you. A bulky white hand... or... paw? You recognize it. It feels familiar. You reach out to it, but instead of your normal mechanical hand, you see a hand made of shiny blue Flow. You realize the rest of you is the same, save for your clothes. You remember getting the clothes from a very close friend.
You put your hand in the other person's. Any feeling of loneliness clears from you, and you can see a furry friend standing in front of you, a kind look upon his face. Holding his other hand is a small gray gnome with a face you can only read as "I'm sorry."
They look towards a few someones who you know have been here waiting.
No one speaks, but you are happy.
You know you are free.