"Can't we just go home?"
"Things don't work like that, Morty. They never do."
Sitting on the top of an unfinished skyscraper, observing the stars and eating junk food with Morty was perhaps the best experience Red had in a long time. In fact, he couldn't even recall a memory or situation he had the same feeling of peace he had at that moment.
"We've gotta find him. He's out there, somewhere up there."
Gazing towards space, Red wondered himself where Rick had disappeared to. It had been well over five years since he vanished without a trace, Morty had only been 15 when the search began, but now he was nearly 21.
"We could just go home, forget about Rick. If he doesn't want to be found, he probably can't be."
"Impossible. We're getting closer, no matter how many years go by. When we began, we knew nothing. I've uncovered enough to lead us in the right direction, and I'm not stopping now."
The mood was changing, but Red was adamant about defending his views on never backing down from the search. Rick was the answer to the manuscript, the final piece of the puzzle to how everything worked. Bits and pieces had been hunted down by Red in Rick's formerly frequented places of interest, but nothing more had come up.
"I've come too far to stop, Morty. Rick's the answer, Rick..."
Red paused, unsure of what to say next, fearing Morty would think less of him.
"... is closure."
"Rick wasn't all that great, you know. Have I told you how he-"
"Yeah, I know Morty, I know."
Rick's past with Morty wasn't undeniable, but it wasn't the worst. Red's personal opinion of Morty was that he complained too much about his past with Rick. But, he said nothing, because Morty had been a huge help with information. What better person to help find an inter-dimensional traveler bent on bringing an end to the universe as we know it than that very person's grandson they dragged along on everything they did?
The endless sea of neon below them was a calming glow in the night, smaller skyscrapers below them reflecting the world around them, endlessly mirroring each other and the objects inbetween themselves. The two had admired this dimension's futuristic brutalist architecture for awhile, but it grew stale and depressing after awhile. Alas, after tonight, there was no more business to be had in this dimension, so Red and Morty decided to spend the last night in it enjoying the high sights one last time.
"I would say try therapy, but there hasn't exactly been time for that."
"Shut up, asshole."
"I'm serious man. After all this is done, find yourself a cozy 'normal' dimension or something to spend some time resting in, something comfortable at least. This, all this, it's gonna hit you one day, you know that right?"
"I stopped thinking about it after awhile."
Morty held his head low, pausing to think.
"You sure this will ever end?"
"Course it will man. It has to."
And with that, they both went silent, staring at the stars. Contemplating if it really would ever end, if they could just go home and get back to normal if it did.