Three years. It had been three years since GLaDOS had given her the boot and she'd formed a life in the real world. She had everything she'd ever wanted. Food, a home, and she was free from Aperture. And yet, she still came back here, back to the shed in the old wheat field. Every year she made this journey, just to prove that it hadn't all been a delusion. This year though, three years after his betrayal, she was ready to forgive him. She'd realized some time ago that it had been the corrupted chassis, and GLaDOS's spiteful words that had driven his actions, but only now was she ready to truly forgive him.

Looking up at the moon, that big, white reminder of how things had ended, she let her heart say the things she couldn't vocalize.


It'd been three years. Three long, cold years, not that he had sensors that determined temperature. He had lamented his sorrows and his guilt until his voice actuators had shut down, long after the other cores had been deactivated. All those years, pleading for her forgiveness, for her to understand, but no more. Today was his last day. His battery had conserved a charge up till now, but he already knew that he was out. Minutes had run out and now he was left with seconds until he was shutdown forever. He looked down at the Earth, far below him, and used his last energy to send down one last message.

"I'm sorry Chell. I hope you know that."

As Wheatley's optic dimmed, he could feel that somewhere, down there, he had been forgiven.