He'd have thought that after the battle with Pitch, everything would be alright between him and Bunny. That somehow, they could get over their past hurts. The arguing, the insults, and the pain they caused one another. In some sick way, Jack loved the way they fought. It always gave him a sort of acknowledgement that he was still there, could still feel, and could still have a passion about something; even if it was about seeing how much devastation you could bring.

But, somewhere along in their little world of exchanging insults that stung like little thorns on a rose or burned like a hand on a hot stove, Jack had started to feel something. His day didn't feel right without some sort of bantering with his furry frienemy, even if some of his insults kept him up at night. They had an unspoken bond of 'Hey, even though I think you're pretty fuckin' irritating, I've still got your back.'

His little twisted sense of fun with the Guardian of Hope eventually came crashing down. He'd pushed the rabbit too far, too close to Easter. Jack had come to visit him in the Warren, and froze over a few of Bunny's precious egg sentinels, along with making his Dye River about as frozen solid as the arctic itself. Thrown in with a few well-placed jabs at the rabbit's pride and you had a recipe for disaster. There was yelling, faces flushed red with intensity and snarling at one another. Bunny had thrown the first fist, which landed square on Jack's jaw. After the initial shock of actually being hit, his rage intensified and he'd started throwing punches right back.

It had ended with both of them bruised and angrier than ever before. But that was a long, long time ago. Oh how he missed that. He'd trade anything just to have one more fight, one more half-serious banter session at their meetings. He'd kill for it, even. He knew now what his feeling was towards the Guardian of Hope, far too late as it was.

As Jack sat on the mound of dirt, he thought of all the times they'd had. Hours passed, and Tooth had come to ask Jack if he was alright. They were all mourning, of course, but he'd been the worst. He'd refused to even talk for months after… that happened. He slowly got up, brushed off his pants, and looked down at the gravestone. He smiled -if ever so small and bitter-, and spoke. "Yeah, Tooth. I'm alright. I'll see you at North's, just give me a bit."

With an understanding nod and a final glance at the grave, she fluttered off. Jack knelt and brushed his hand over the cold stone of his frienemy and spoke softly to it. "How… how dare you leave me here, Bunny? You make me sit here and miss you like some… some sort of… ugh, I don't even know." His eyes watered, but he blinked it away. He frowned, and stood.

What he'd do, for just one more fight.