Ink wasn't really sure how much someone needed to lose before they could say they lost everything. Ink hadn't lost a lot, if he had to list it all. But then again, he never had much to begin with. A nameless, empty AU, and a job he had no real part in. All he really had- all he truly cherished- was his friends. There were other things, such as Broomie or his colours, but most importantly, there was his friends. Blue and Dream. Dream and Blue. In the end, they were all that truly mattered. The thing he would give everything up for. Ink didn't really have a lot. But he could say he lost everything. His death had been undramatic and easy, all things considered. Ink wouldn't say he was content with dying- never content- but he hadn't felt too horrible about it either. He hadn't expected to wake up. Wake up to before everything fell apart. (He hadn't expected it to happen again and again, either.) [COVER: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/951948439978434740/]