Tom nodded absently, an action he typically wouldn’t have been connected to. However, he was too distracted. In a few hours’ time, his soul would be fixed, irrevocably complete in a way it had not been for the majority of his life. He was ecstatic, but oh so nervous at the same time. His fear of death had not been the only reason for his Horcruxes. Truthfully, it hadn’t made that big of a contribution to his choice of splitting his soul. The real reason? Henrik. The pain of separation had been too much for Tom and spurred by Dumbledore’s compulsions, he went through with the Myrtle girl’s murder. It eased the pain somewhat. Every Horcrux made him feel number. Memories brought back bits of the suffering but not too much since his bond with Henrik had been fragmented. But now... He just had to gather his fragments and then-