[It hadn't felt like all the power of an entire reality was in his chest before, not until the Erda shoved her hands in it. And it doesn't really feel different now, but he can tell he's running on empty. He looks down at the gem, now a diffused white glow rather than the red light of his original power source.]

She told me once that she enjoyed being a fish. [A soft chuckle.] I'm glad she got to be one again.

[Finding his arms again he reaches out to smooth down a piece of Fio's hair that's come undone from her pigtails.]

Good. I'm glad.

And that I didn't somehow make it worse. This feels... right. Somehow.