Walter bobs through the wall. Pulses soft violet.
Family. All of us. Even the weird shadow cat and the cosmic jellyfish.
“I love you,” I say. To all of them. To no one in particular. To the life we’ve built from the wreckage of what we survived.
“Love you too, Trouble.”
“Always.”
“Forever.”
“Eternally.”
“What they said.”
“Same.”
Finn snorts. “That’s the most romantic shit I’ve ever heard. Truly. I’m moved.”
“Shut up and sleep,” Torric grumbles.
“You shut up.”
“Both of you shut up,” Malrik says.
Silence.
Then, predictably, from Finn: “Make me.”
Malrik sighs. The long-suffering sigh of a man who has spent three years managing chaos and wouldn’t have it any other way.
I close my eyes.
Three years ago, I saved the world.
Now I get to live in it.
The End.