"Just unwrap them," Vector confirmed, glancing off to the side as he felt the presence of another.

Wonderful. They were all here. The thought was not as warming as it could be, despite the innate heat of the last.

Shaking his head, Vector gently lifted his shard in to midair. The others, freed from their barriers, trembled lightly on the ground as he gave his a light push. It spun lightly in midair, hovering as if by a magnet - one that was slowly pulling the other pieces to it.

That which is incomplete, yearns to be complete.