"It's nice here."

"Yeah."

Peter turned to his brother and smiled. "You cried."

Nathan returned it. "I did."

At any other time Nathan would have never dared to make such admittance, but standing here in oblivion, he found that it wasn't all that important. Because at the end of all things you find…some things really don't change. Life has always been beautiful and that fiddler on the roof was playing his tune for you all along. You just don't notice. Just like he didn't notice the tears that had fell down his cheeks as he flew through a sky that had once denied mankind entry, keeping heaven far, far, far away from their reach, the brother he had always loved clutched to him and dying for a destiny he had always had. He had cried because in that moment, that infinitesimal second before the end, he realized that Peter had always known these things.

"We did good," Peter said simply. "Everything will be okay now."

And if they weren't it didn't matter anymore because in the end of all things and the end of his life on Earth, his life finally had meaning…and he had Peter. That was enough, just like it always had been.