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Shun furrowed his brow as there were large chunks obviously missing from this chain. In theory he could try to transmute something into iron to make it whole again. It wasn't really something he had tried before now.

"Blood always seems like a good binding agent for magic here," he commented, "I may be able to substitute the missing chunks with shadow and ice, but that will not make for a permanent fixture. But it would get its proper form. A template, basically."

He looked up to America.

"Maybe you can try and strengthen and solidify it from there. Though, if we use your blood, there may be a chance that we bind him to you. That is just a guess, though."

"Alright, and maybe Mr. B, you could go find Gloom, I don't know if he knows about...." she trailed off as Shun's words registered. Nodding, she switched course for a moment, leaning in close once more to the boy. "Blood might bind you to me, but before we trying anything...do you consent, Pax?" Because if not, there would have to be another way.

Above them, the blue jay took flight, crying noisily to hopefully attract the right sort of attention.

Pax, ever trying to be helpful, roused enough to say, "I'm sorry... What?"

He shook his head. "No... I don't... I don't know."

Shun nodded to America, then looked down at the chain. He drew in a deep breath then began to focus. Usually when he did anything like this, it was incredibly temporary, but he was hoping he could make this last at least long enough for them to find a proper fix. It'd be nice to be able to keep things together. Wouldn't do for more pieces to go missing.

It probably wouldn't help Pax with his situation, but maybe he could at least duct tape things in place for now.

Holding his hands over the chain, he began to fill the gaps with his shadow. Shortly after, it shimmered as it froze over, creating a sort of black ice in place of where things were missing.

"I don't want to go back," Pax said, eyes flying wide open. "I don't want to go back! I won't go back, I won't--"

He seemed to notice Gloom, and sagged down. "Little one," he said. "where did you come from?"

The chain filled in, though the problem remained: it was connected to nothing. The literal tie was as broken as the metaphorical.

Shun hadn't really expected any changes, but it was a way they could at least keep the chain chunks together for the time being.

"I imagine we need some way of 'replacing' the bond. Maybe to create a sort of 'anchor' or so to speak."

Whether it was to America or to even something that wasn't another person.

He looked to Gloom, uncertain but somewhat hopeful that the shadow critter might have some insight.

The idea of Gloom as a baby, that was...something to think about later. "Okay...it's okay, it's good he has a friend right now, right? That's a sort of magic you've got anyway. And I...I'm gonna..."

She almost says, get Sunny here, almost doesn't catch the words and want and it'd be so easy. It'd be a sure thing. Stopping abruptly enough to have to cough on her own words, America scrambles for her phone.

"Please work, please work," she whispers, sending a text that probably shouldn't go anywhere, but just might, considering who was going to receive it.

It was a little odd to think of Gloom as a baby. He supposed it explained his somewhat childish ways.

"We would like to fix this somehow, yes. I just do not know what we need to do. Not yet anyway. But... I... think the chain is melting the ice," Shun commented, staring as the black ice was starting to melt away.

He looked to America.

"Who are you trying to contact?"