Scar stood at the edge of the portal, some of his crystals lining the edge and his staff in hand. False, Stress, Iskall and Doc stood nearby with the other hermits hanging around in the general vicinity to see them off.

The wizard took a deep breath before he raised the staff and slammed it to the ground, breaking the crystal that was the foci and watched as the energy filled the ones lining the edge.
It hurt to see one of his precious crystals destroyed like this, but at this point Scar would have done anything to find Grian and Mumbo again.

The rift spiralled open, the ground melting into a scene from a different world. He'd appreciate the nature more if he could ignore the fact that the world on the other side stole his friends.

"Good luck." Xisuma nodded to the group. "Be safe."

"See ya soon!" Stress smiled, her bag full of various potions and supplies.
False merely gave a nod, her hand resting on her sword pommel.
"We'll be back before ya know it, X." Doc grinned, which drew a laugh from Iskall.
"Yeah- we'll be fine, X. We got this."
"Well. Here goes nothing, I guess." Scar bit his lip as he reached out to grab his friends hands.

Once the five of them were linked up, they wordlessly stepped through the portal, leaving the other hermits behind.

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The moon shone high overhead, lighting up the infirmary with washed-out light. Mumbo lifted his head to find Grians bed empty, and he shot up to find the prankster.

"Hey Mumbo."

He knew that voice.
It was impossible for him to be hearing his voice.

"There's one last thing I needed to give you, you know."
The sound of footsteps drew closer until he could practically feel the presence of someone standing just behind him, just out of sight.
He didn't dare look. Looking would shatter the moment, turn it into fragments of glass in the air glittering beautifully.

"What is it, G?" He heard himself say, his voice breaking slightly.

"Your name." He could hear the mischievous grin on his voice, imagine the small smirk he had on his face. The way the corners of his eyes bunched up as he smiled, the way he hopped from one foot to the other and back again.
He could picture him being so full of life.

"Isn't my name Mumbo?"

"It is. But your true name is Viva."

The name sounded familiar and yet foreign.
"Vi...va?" He asked, eyes trained on the moonlight that was slipping away. He turned slowly, repeating the name again, hoping to find Grian standing there.

There was no one.
The moon fell below the horizon.

He was alone again, waking up with his face pressed into the sheets of Grians bed, hand holding his friends and the sun high in the sky, the name dying on his lips.

Viva. he thought. What an odd name.

And suddenly so many things came flooding back- thousands of memories that had been locked away, unleashed in a tidal wave only unlocked with two syllables that made up the key.

The time he, Grian, and Blue played hide-and-seek in the library as it was being built.
Or discovering how to overcharge a crystal.
The vibrant home he used to live in, bright flowers coating the walls to make up for the chipped paint.
A spice rack hung at just the right height.

A thousand tiny details and memories all came back at once- Blue was right, he was exactly the same way now as he was then.
A bit shy and cautious, but fiercely loyal and a bit of a troublemaker at times.

He smiled at them all.
The last gift Grian could give.

He knew he'd cherish it forever.