Soft sobs filled the air, followed by a grief filled wail.

Dream flinched at the sadness drifting from the room, Blue griped his hand forcing him not to go into the room.

"But..." He said his voice a mere whisper.

"He won't appreciate us going into there," Blue said firmly, the Guardian of Positivity looked away.

Ink Stood in front of the door the sounds and emotional grief out poured from, His eye lights red daring anyone to try anything.

A bruised knocked out Fellswap showed he wasn't kidding.

There was suddenly a dreadful silence in the room.

Heads turned, all wondering what was going on in there.

Moments Sci left the room, face exhausted shadows under his eye sockets.

"Well?" Ink demanded.

A scream of pure grief filled the air.

"He said Blue but no one else can come in," Sci said, giving an angry look to the others gathered.

Blue rushed into the room, giving those outside a brief look inside.

A Hospital room.

An empty dust covered bed.

Lust clutching at a small bundle as if a lifeline.

The hobo like jacket at the end of the bed.

Dream wanted the flee, but Inks red eyes watched him in a way that promised something bad if he ran.

He hadn't known.

He'd just seen them, saw his chance to stop them outside a battle.

He looked down and realized his bow was still in his hand, with a strangled cry he threw it away watching itself vanish back into magical motes.

He hadn't known.

He'd murdered the destroyer who had been missing for several years.

He'd murdered Lusts mate.