Sid throat tightened. The weight of everything— the pain, the loss, the people who still cared… hit him all at once. His shoulders trembled, and his eyes filled before he could stop them.
"I don't… I don't deserve this."
Morgana stepped closer and gently took his hand.
"You do, Sid. You always did."
Big D's usual grin softened.
"Yeah, man. You're not done. We're still here. Your mom's still here. And those fans? They're waiting for you to stand again."
Sid pressed his palm to his eyes, but the tears kept coming. His voice cracked as he whispered,
"You guys are gonna make me cry harder."
Morgana smiled through her own tears.
"Good. Maybe you'll finally stop pretending you're made of stone."
They all laughed softly, even through the tears. In that small, quiet room, surrounded by gifts and hope, Sid finally let himself breathe again. For the first time since the fall, he didn't feel completely broken. He just felt normal human being.
