"If you really care about me, then let me go... Forget that I even exist..." Frazz whispered.

"Stop bring so unhappy," I say, taking her hand.

"You don't get it Ace...." Her hand fell out of his limply.

"I do understand," I say, "But I need you..."

Frazz tried to sit up. "You don't need me... You're just letting emotions run rampant..." She whispered, black sludge rolling down her cheeks.

"If you go, I go." I simply state, my organs ripping through my fragile rotted flesh.

Frazz stumbled and limped up to Ace, sticking his organs back into him and stitching his skin back together. "You have so much to live for..." She mumbled.

"I'm rotting, I've lived a good 18 years..." I say, dropping dead there and then.

Sylph used Macaroon magic to resurrect him and make him healthy and non-rotting.

"Frazz, I can't lose you," I say sternly.

Frazz sighed. "Ace....... Please...." The black sludge was starting to stain her white dress.

"Th-that.... Makes... 12..." I mumble.

"What makes 12?" Frazz weakly asked, her brown hair covering her eyes.

"People I care so much about dead .." I say, walking away, heartbroken.

"Ace... I'm so-" Frazz collapsed to the ground, her weak legs unable to hold her up anymore.