Inner peace.
The last thing he saw was Po, standing unharmed in the center of the inferno, a panda who finally knew exactly who he was.
Po didn’t run. He walked straight toward the cannon. Shen laughed. “Finally accepting your death, panda?”
That night, Po sat on the roof of the Jade Palace. The stars were out. He no longer felt a hole inside him. He felt a garden. And in that garden, a peach seed was finally beginning to grow.
Shifu opened one eye. “The past is a wound, Po. Do not pick at the scab.”
And Po closed his eyes.