Fred sighed. The sight of a burned and empty shell of Wheezes hurt just the same as the time when Al had found him. Things seemed a little better now, though death tasted bitter upon his tongue. But George and Lee were beside him now, a quick glance told him so. And he had the former George's notes. They'd rebuild. It'd be even better than before.
"It's a sight, I know, but come on." With a barely noticeable limp, Fred strode forward, wand clasped in his hand. Dammit, Daigon was their home and Wheezes was their life. He wasn't going to give up this easily.