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They were used to seeing death. Hell, they themself have pushed things into place to watch how people from all different universes would react to one force being cut off. Yet, watching him pass was... hard.
He only wanted one thing. He just wanted to see his family. He couldn't see them, but he could hear them. He could feel them. He died due to... something. Zimbie doesn't bother remembering.
He was lifeless. A pale, cold, hollow shell of who he once was. That on top of everyone's cries made things worse? Maybe? They couldn't tell.
They've hurt that man several other times across different universes, but why did it only hurt now? They may never know.

"I haven't seen that look before, Zimbie. What's up?"

Kumo. They betrayed Kumo, and felt no guilt towards it. They still don't, but they do wonder why she tries.

"I've killed him before in another time and place, but why do I feel all weird?"

"That's called guilt."

Guilt. It didn't matter, they weren't going to look into it. This wouldn't happen again.

Until it did.

They never cared about that universe.
"It's unclean," they would say, "I can't even do anything to it."
Kumo found it cute how they were drawn to the forgetful ghost. Perhaps it reminded them of a simpler time.
Yet Zimbie would constantly complain about him.
"He's too weak!"
"Pfht. What a push-over."
"He's so easily breakable though."
"I could snap my fingered and absolutely destroy that spark of joy."
They never did anything.
Kumo wonders if it's out of concern. Zimbie was not the best at emotions.

It was an odd sight when Zimbie fell silent after a death. Kumo swore she could see an odd look in their eye.
A blank look. Yet it spoke so many words.
Kumo had questions for Zimbie. She knew that if Zimbie really wanted to they could reverse everything.

Kumo: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?
Zimbie: Stop romanticizing the past.