After the funeral services were over, Gracie turned to Peyton, silently conveying to him all of the emotions that he'd been keeping inside for so long.
Peyton gave him a bone-crushing hug.
And after he had recovered from said hug, Gracie finally realized that the people--er, mice--here had it a lot worse than he did. This mouse had died a most painful death, and everyone was hit very hard by it. True, he didn't have anyone very close to him, but...at least he didn't have to live in constant fear.
And having a name that everyone made fun of seemed to be the dumbest reason to end it all, now that he thought about it. He decided to make the best of his situation and try to make things better for these mice in any way he could.
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