The reds and blues made it out. They did it. They caused the Staff of Charon to blow up with a shit ton of sticky detonators. It took a lot of effort, but they did it. Hargrove was dead and so were all of his asshole soldiers. Once everyone was off the ship, they had detonated the bombs and it was all over. Sarge had yelled in triumph, "Take that, dirtbags!" While Grif just shot his gun in the air. Carolina and Wash were more calm, smiling inside their helmets at the happiness of their friends. Donut and Doc high fived, but their joy was short lived, as O'Malley had appeared and pushed Donut away, declaring his famous words, "You fool!" In his gruff accent. Lopez had yelled something in Spanish that no one understood, but nonetheless, Lopez was happy.

Tucker was extremely impressed with himself, calling himself a badass, which made everyone just roll their eyes.

It wasn't long before Tucker realized something was wrong.

"Church, we did it!" He yelled. No reply.

"Church!" He repeated. Still nothing.

Tucker then realized that his mind was absent of Epsilon's calculations and numbers that were usually there. What was going on?

"Epsilon! Come out, we did it." Carolina yelled, taking off her helmet. It probably wasn't the best idea though, considering Chorus' oxygen was different from Earth's.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as Epsilon finally made an appearance, but something wasn't right. They all realized this as they heard Delta's voice.

"Recording…" He stated.

"Hey guys... if you're hearing this then it means you did it. You won." Epsilon spoke.

"What the Hell?" Tucker half-yelled.

"You kicked the shit out of Hargrove's forces. I knew you could. But this is my last stop. See, when I came into this world, I was really just a collection of somebody else's memories. But with your help, these memories... they-they took form! They became my voice, my personality. And, after a while, I... I began to make brand new memories of my own. All of these things are what make me who I am... but they're also holding me back." The recording continued.

"I can't run this suit as Epsilon, but if I erase my memories, if I... deconstruct myself, the fragments I'll leave behind will have the strength to get you through this. I believe that."

"No." Carolina whispered.

"I wish that there was another way. But I'm leaving this message, as well as others, in the hopes that you'll understand why I have to go this time…" He continued.

"No." Carolina said louder. This was not happening. She couldn't lose Epsilon. No.

"Heh, it was actually Doyle who made me realize something that I've never thought of before. There are so many stories where some brave hero decides to give their life to save the day, and because of their sacrifice, the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everybody lives happily ever after." He started again.

"But the hero... never gets to see that ending. They'll never know if their sacrifice actually made a difference. They'll never know if the day was really saved. In the end, they just have to have faith." The recording ended with the sound of glass breaking and Epsilon disappearing into blue squares.

Everyone was silent. No one knew what to say. None of it seemed real, Church didn't just say goodbye in a recording. They did not just find out that their AI friend had sacrificed himself for them. But it was all true, and it hurt like a bitch.