Private was dead.
The words registered into Skippers brain, but he still didn't want to believe them. Private couldn't be dead. There was no way, right? He had to be alive! All this had to be some sort of sick, twisted trick! Even though he had seen it happen with his very own eyes...

Skippers mind flashed back to the first time they found Private. Their little brother. The three of them had loved him so much. They would always love him. Even if he wasn't with them..

Skipper heard Rico whimper lightly, but didn't say anything. He couldn't take his eyes off that burn mark on the table. One feather fell into their cage. That. That was all that was left of his Private. His sweet, innocent, little Private, only had one feather left.

"Oh well. This is why we test things, people! I'll have to lower the power for the others.."

Dave. This was all his fault. Everything was his fault! Skipper heart raced as he thought about it. If only they had never met him.. If only they had planned something different for Private's birthday. Then Dave wouldn't know where they would be today, right? Then everything would be okay and the four of them would all be happily celebrating Private's birthday, together. And Private would be there to celebrate it.

But now, now Private would never see another birthday..

Skipper wanted to yell, to scream. To slap Dave as hard as he could. To blast that octopus with his own Ray! See how he liked it..

But at the same time, Skipper wanted to burst out crying. His little Private was gone. His youngest brother.. The one they swore to protect... gone. Never to be seen again.

But no matter how skipper tried, he couldn't bring himself to do anything. He just store into space, with tears sparkling into his eyes thinking.. No.
He couldn't even speak. Couldn't confront Dave for all he had done!
Skipper felt the cage being pushed by one of Dave's henchmen, but still couldn't do anything. He had never felt so weak and innocent.

Private was gone.
Dave had won.