Gatherer spent his time with the Advisor, trying to calm down from the mental breakdown that he was having. In truth, this is everyone's mind. Everyone faces hardships and has moments where they just want to have a break from everything.
This is the exact situation, that Six is going through.
Being the original Blade, the first of them, and the one closest with the main body, he holds the most power in terms of all the other shades.
Six is located deep underground, in a lair that is far away from where the others are currently residing. Out of the Sixth Blade's radar, Six managed to completely cloak himself off from the mind itself.
Within the cave, there are numerous murals present, of all the ones that he loves. From his family to his friends, and closest companions, and then dominating over them all, is the Magenta Warrior herself.
"I feel like I have let you down.", he stated while looking at her painting. "I shouldn't have pulled us down. It-it still hurts after everything that we have been through. You are currently holding up that mantle to be strong for everyone. I am just glad that it is us two who co-exist together, for I couldn't have asked for anyone else who would be perfect enough to match with me."
Six went to the back of the lair and got out his weapons. Being the jack of all trades, Six had the powers of all the other shades, but he was mostly built for carrying the ghost aspect of the main body. There was no one else who could be trusted with this role, apart from the shade that was categorized as the main one's sixth sense.
Pulling out the cobalt-coloured blade, he sighed with extreme disappointment at the turn of events. Sheathing it back again, he lit a plasmic blue colour flame and lit the Lightner that was placed next to the painting of his daughter. "I know that there was nothing that I could have done to save you. I am just extremely upset. I still cannot believe that you chose to save us and went forth with your decision, knowing well of the harm that it was going to cause. While the others might have forgotten about it, I will never be able to. Since our minds are all in a different space compared to the others, even if the universe erases our data, we will still be able to remember who we are, and manage to pull ourselves back from the Delta-Time-Space's stream of information."
He turned again towards the Magenta Warrior and collapsed at her painting. He could not shed tears, for he could not. He was just a ghost of his former self. He was the one controlling the events of everyone, but at the same time, he could not do it for himself.
"What use is it to be even gifted this power, when you are unable to weave anything out of it? All I can do is watch as the ones closest to me start to drop like flies until I start to go mad from the extreme sense of guilt and self-disappointment."
Six began to beat himself up again, and to no avail, he could still not feel anything. He could not feel any strong emotions, he was just theoretical about everything. He could not change the outcome of what has happened anymore. That sense of realization kept clocking into Six, and in turn, kept clocking into the rest of the other shades.
Six held the most responsibility of any of the shades, as his power was the main source for the others to derive their power from.
"I cannot even kill myself, for I cannot even die. I cannot run away, for I am not a coward. I cannot falter, for there are people who depend on me. Was there a need to be born in this imperfect world, as the creature destined to be perfect?" The ego seemed to hit Six. "The power to split the cosmos, and the power to manipulate reality itself. These are powers that everyone can hold once they get a hold of their fate. That itself can be overwritten by the actions that you commit."
He went towards the murals of his lost companions. The comrades that he fought with throughout his lifespan, looked into their eyes, and had only one statement to make: "I am sorry, that I was not strong enough to save you guys."
The melancholy seemed to weigh down the great Six.
He didn't know what was going to happen to him. He doesn't even know if the other blades even want him anymore. He cannot accept how weak he is. That is all that he could think about.
"That's it! What I can do, is train!", is a solution that he thought of.
Thus, the First Blade began to train with his blade. He trained… and continued training, and training, and training and training…
It had reached a point where the amount he was training was not the issue, but the strain that Six was putting on himself. The ability to have a breakdown is what elevates most species from a bad experience, and allows them to move on from the incidents that have just taken place.
For Six to reach that level of confidence in himself will take some time, for he cannot breakdown. He takes up all the world's burdens on himself, and cannot be let loose, because that would cause issues down the line. His burdens, cannot be left for the world to carry.
Usually, species that have attained intelligence have another method to let loose, and that is to have a partner. The seven of them did have a partner.
"I fear that if I burden you with this, you will also break down with me… Therefore, I cannot take that risk.", Six stated while continuing to train.
The training was not the worst aspect. He kept moving his blade, practising each art form that his vital being could remember.
"My Vitality cannot end with me like this.", he continued to be melancholic about it.
He could not give it up, nor could he confide in another. He was solely alone. That was what he thought.
All he could think of was how the world didn't require him, how much better the world would've gone if he was not born. But was one of the funniest things possible for the universe, to gift this person the powers to shape the actions of people beyond his own control.
Six's body began to wear down, as each slash seemed to now cleave through the surrounding subspace mind itself. The art form had gotten so calm, that Six was able to slice through the matter like it was a free-flowing fluid.
"There may be times when I can finally rest from the chaos, but for now, all that I can do is await for the others to reach their own decisions. I can only wait for the others to calm down, and then reason with me. That is the only way I will be able to alter once we manage to convince each other about cutting loose our differences." Six began convincing himself.
"At least, in that way, I will be able to command the table again. I was gifted with this task, and I chose to fulfil it until the end. I have lost so many of my own emotions at this point, it feels like I am a completely different being from when I was originally a part of the main body."
Six placed his blade down again and walked towards the mural of the one that he loved.
"Oh my beautiful Magenta Warrior…", he stated.
"I am tired… I am finally tired again…"