The stream of gold slows to a trickle as his pieces break off in lumps where he'd once seen Fandom plant her roots. She's gone now and he feels foolish for cutting off her arms when she'd done nothing but pull the goodness in and made him thrive.

A tear slides down his face as he looks at the empty spaces... and then he hears it -- the laughter from far away, the giddiness that he once saw right at the hole that she left behind, the signs of her life and thriving while he slowly withers away and dies.