In which there is a conclusion of sorts, but not without some final words and a glimpse of what one hopes will be an always mad, but hopefully better, world.

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( Ida stared, frozen, as Karofsky, who was standing a bare two feet away from Kurt, spoke urgently, )

In here, an invisible girl deals with suddenly being seen, and a boy learns that life-changing events don't necessarily mean that you have to change. They both find their voices and, in their own way, they share them with the people that matter most.

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( Finn had to hold back on hugging them both, on cradling his girlfriend to his chest, because it wasn't fair that two of the best people he knew had to go through so much crap because they were different in ways that they couldn't control. )

In here, a boy tries to understand and deal with anger the likes of which he's never felt before, overwhelming worry for a friend who might as well be his brother, and the sick feeling that he's let him down in the worst possible way.

( Finn had to force down unexpected tears because this was all so wrong. Kurt was like this ghost of himself, and sometimes he was clearer and present, but other times it was like you could look through him, because he was barely there. He would have to squint to see anything that reminded him of the boy that could flounce out of a room even in a wheelchair, or demand that jocks pound him into paste because 'I'm proud to be different, it's the best thing about me'. )

( Blaine stared down at their interlocked fingers, smiling a little, )

In here, a best friend tries to understand everything that's occurred, and figure out what to do in this brave new world where Kurt Hummel is no longer the Kurt Hummel she knows, and everyone, including her, feels crippling guilt over letting it all happen.

( Mercedes narrowed her eyes, turning back to face the double doors that lead into William McKinley High School. She tapped into that rage she felt when she first saw Kurt on that stretcher, looking almost dead, blue-lipped and bright red blood coating his head. Her head jerked up, her hands following Puck's example as they clenched into fists, pulling on her bruises. It was a comforting sort of pain. )

(  Kurt was a strong kid but (it broke something inside him to admit this, even just in his thoughts) he wasn't sure if this was something that Kurt could just pack away and move on from. In fact, he knew that that couldn't be the case. Kurt was going to be hurting long after the bruises and cuts faded away. )