( I woke up in the fountain right after you went through the door; he seems stunned by the news. Thoughtful, considering — the timeline, it... does it add up? He guesses it does, as much as anything ever adds up in his life. If she- if dying for her works differently than it does for most normal people, maybe she didn't, maybe she just... left. Maybe her body died, but whatever the rest of her is just... came here, to wait for him?
What are you, Sabine? I'm the same thing as my parents.
He still doesn't know what that means, and he's not sure it matters. He's not sure he cares. The only thing that does matter, that he does care about, is the fact that she's here. Awake, alive, tangible, in his arms and fully conscious.
The pride in her voice is as clear as a bell, and as soothing as a warm bath. He looks suddenly very tired, like he's just been given permission to rest. )
I didn't.
( Know that he could do it. Frankly, he's still not entirely sure how they managed to pull it off, but they did. Apocalypse averted, and it only cost... what, her life? Travis's life? Her parents lives? Their livelihood, their business? His home? )
Are we- are things...
( He starts, stops, searches for the words for what he wants to ask. He sounds a little breathless, a little like that lost boy from the forest at six or seven years old after a particularly bad night with Miller, for just a fleeting second when he asks: )
Is everything... in sync again? Are we both here? Can we just- be here?
( With the snarls and snags in the timeline and the dimensions finally ironed out, with the weird dimensional bleeding leak plugged, the foggy and constantly shifting boundaries of the universe finally stabilized as reality sets itself onto a solid, real course? Is it over?
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What are you, Sabine?
I'm the same thing as my parents.
He still doesn't know what that means, and he's not sure it matters. He's not sure he cares. The only thing that does matter, that he does care about, is the fact that she's here. Awake, alive, tangible, in his arms and fully conscious.
The pride in her voice is as clear as a bell, and as soothing as a warm bath. He looks suddenly very tired, like he's just been given permission to rest. )
I didn't.
( Know that he could do it. Frankly, he's still not entirely sure how they managed to pull it off, but they did. Apocalypse averted, and it only cost... what, her life? Travis's life? Her parents lives? Their livelihood, their business? His home? )
Are we- are things...
( He starts, stops, searches for the words for what he wants to ask. He sounds a little breathless, a little like that lost boy from the forest at six or seven years old after a particularly bad night with Miller, for just a fleeting second when he asks: )
Is everything... in sync again? Are we both here? Can we just- be here?
( With the snarls and snags in the timeline and the dimensions finally ironed out, with the weird dimensional bleeding leak plugged, the foggy and constantly shifting boundaries of the universe finally stabilized as reality sets itself onto a solid, real course? Is it over?
Can they start actually living for real now? )