Cole briskly walks into the Foundation waiting room and sits down in a chair near a corner. He sobs into his hands. James steps into the room, standing and watching Cole at a distance.

"Monsieur, que s'est-il passé?" James asks. Cole is sobbing too hard to answer.

You gotta do it, man.

How?

Pull up the memory of Chris comforting him. That should help. Maybe.

Sighing, James comes to Cole's side, sits down, and gently pats his back.

"Monsieur, vous vous sentez bien?" James asks.

Not in French, James, you dum-dum.

"S-s-sir... a-a-are you feeling quite alright... sir?" James asks. Thrall walks out and ignores what's happening between Cole and Chris. He's crying but just... sits in a chair away from them and watches.

"You fuckin' tell me, James! I'm sitting here, sobbing my eyes out, while everyone else is handling it perfectly!" Cole's voice is so unbelievably shaky and he is talking quietly.

"Not everyone is handling it perfectly," James mutters, "Mademoiselle Harmonia isn't taking it all too well, I think."

"I'd figure they weren't," Cole's crying slows.

"And I doubt mademoiselle Luna is taking this too well, either. Or mademoiselle Spider, for that matter."

"I don't think you quite understand what is going through my mind at this current moment..." Cole whispers. Thrall leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath, staring at "Chris".

"Une fois de plus, le détective perd son enfant. Qu’est-ce que je suis censé faire? J’ai déjà vécu cela une fois, c’est la raison pour laquelle il est mort. Il me manque. Je ne peux pas... gérez cela à nouveau," Thrall tells him. Cole looks at Thrall in understanding, but chooses to not respond and buries his face in his hands.

"Je comprends, Monsieur Thrall, mais il n'y a aucun moyen de ramener les morts," James says.

Pas encore, en tout cas.

"There is a way, but I don't think you would want me to," Cole mutters.

"Vous savez, j’ai l’impression de tout revivre! Tout d’abord, Claire. La Reine. Son post, cette vidéo? Ça faisait mal. Très mal. Puis Harmonia. Keith. Mon plus récent. Je ne supporte pas de la regarder se haïr et se faire du mal, pas pendant qu’il est là et que je suis tellement incapable de l’aider... Maintenant, Lui. Cole. Le détective. De la même manière qu’avant, aussi. N’ai-je pas le droit d’avoir peur? Pleurer? Tous mes favoris, partis de la même manière? J’ai peur, Chris." Thrall looks down at the ground, holding his head and sobbing.

"De ce qui est à venir, ou de ce qui est passé, Monsieur Thrall?" James asks.

"..." Thrall just sighs and wipes his eyes. Cole has stopped crying, but keeps his head in his hands.

"Il y a une chose que je veux savoir, Monsieur Cole: Qui? Qui a fait ça?"

"Drake," Thrall says.

"Drake," Cole says.

"Et comment ont-ils fait?" James asks. Thrall shrugs, crossing his legs and beginning to compose himself again. Cole falls silent. James sighs, and stays silent.

I think we need a visit to The Gravestone.

"God, if only Chris was here..." Cole mumbles, keeping his head in his hands.

Your presence will be much more appreciated, mon ami. Off you go.

James blinks, and Chris is now in his place.

"Cole?" Chris asks.

"Yeah?" Cole keeps his head in his hands.

"Come here."

"Okay, I'm not sure why," Cole stands up out of his chair. Chris stands up, and gives Cole a hug.

"He will be missed," Chris says. Cole tightly hugs Chris and buries his face into Chris's shoulder as he mumbles. If he could, he would cry, but the tap has run dry.

"I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear?" Cole whispers.

"Why?"

"If I say, you won't believe me," Cole mumbles about it being his fault.

"Ain't no time like the present."

"Fine... I... told Drake, to sacrifice a special goat. And.. Drake took Terminal and.." Cole trails off.

"Huh?"

"I told Drake to kill a special goat because Drake thinks I'm God, and he killed Terminal because of it. This is my fault."

"Why does he think you're god?"

"I don't know, dear, I wish I knew... God... how will the others react..?" Cole sobs. Thrall's just sitting there, staring at him. Cole looks to him, "I know it's bad, Thrall, I know. I know I fucked up, so just scream at me while you can."

"I mean... is it your fault, your direct fault, that this happened?" Chris asks.

"What? I'm not mad or disappointed." Thrall says.

"Yeah, I told Drake to do this. This is my direct fault. If I just... didn't say anything, everything would have been fine."

"There's no use beating yourself up over it."

"I mean, the others are gonna do it anyways, so why bother doing it myself.."

"You sure about that, mon ami?"

"I'm sure. I just basically killed Terminal, who wouldn't be upset at me?"

"I mean, I'm not. You're not the direct reason."

"I know I didn't, like, stab him... but I still told Drake to do something, and that caused his death. If I just didn't say anything, he would still be here."

"Would it have worked out differently?"

"Yeah, he wouldn't be dead if I didn't tell Drake to do that."

"I'd love to see what would have been, but there's no use for it, really."

"I'm just scared that everyone is gonna hate me for it and I'll eventually just be casted out from the group..."

"Have you actually talked to them, though?"

"No, I've been too scared to talk to them.."

"Let's go back to the house," Chris says, "Or would you rather talk over Discord?"

"I'll send you back,, I'm gonna just... wander the city for a little while."

"No, no. I mean, like, both of us coming back to the house, and you explain yourself."

"Alright..I can do that," Cole says, taking a deep breath.

"Just deep breaths. Don't bail."

"I got this, are you ready dear?"

"Ain't no time like the present."