And so, it's done.
The world's safe, those stupid, brilliant, frustrating humans will live to fight another day.
The universe, the multiverse will keep going, as it always does.
And so will he.
Everything's hunky-dory.
Except...she's gone.
Safe, if not happy.
She's got her family (a reunion he engineered, 'cos isn't that what he does, fix things, engineer happy endings?) and Mickey-The-Not-So-Idiotic-After-All.
So. Why isn't he happy?
She's gone.
Well, what did he expect?
She's human.
Better this than her death.
She's safe.
That's good. Better than good, fantastic, even.
It's all that matters.
So, why does his chest hurt?