Chapter Seventeen

Epilogue

Pyrrha pulls her now human looking hands down her face, fighting the fatigue as best she can. Her mind is hazy, struggling to process what's going on around her. She keeps forgetting where she is and what she's doing, though she hasn't moved from the chair she sits in or done anything other than sit for the last hour. Someone's touching her, that much she is certain of, but for the first time in days it doesn't make her want to snap her teeth. That, and whatever those hands are doing, they're lessening the lingering burn of the scorch marks across her body.

"Hey, kid, how are you holding up?"

Pyrrha blinks and tips her head up, forcing herself a little more awake. "Hey, Billy. I'm...I think I'm okay."

They lean in a little closer as they crouch in front of her. "Looking a little dull in the eyes, but they're your eyes. That's good."

"Speaking of eyes, what about you?"

"Pfft," they wave a dismissive hand. They've got bandages on their face, one eye covered. Thankfully the wound wasn't serious enough to blind them. "This is nothing. Give it a week and I'll be fine."

Pyrrha nods slowly. "I'm not...I don't feel very...present at the moment."

"That's probably for the better. You took a hell of a beating, all things considered, you're body's just telling you it's time for some rest. Which should be high on your list of priorities for the time being."

"I can't wait to get home." she grumbles.

"I think the prince is making arrangements for all of you to bunk here tonight." They watch as Pyrrha cocks her head and squints at them, puzzled. "We're in Nirvana, remember? Ren's palace?"

"Oh, oh, right, I'm sorry."

"Scatter-brains is nothing to apologize for." they smile, hoping it's reassuring. "I think we've all got a little case of it right now."

She nods again, more quickly this time as she pushes her fingers over her scalp. "Where's Jaune?"

"The healers have him right now."

"Shouldn't I be with him?"

"Soon, real soon, they just need to sort through whatever contact with the stone might have done. In the meantime, you need to eat, possibly bathe," they don't have the heart to tell her she smells like a dirty dog to her face. "And take one of these." They have their hand in their Wish Bag again, and pull out another of those damn wolfsbane tablets. "It'll be the last time, I promise."

Worry creases her brow. "But...I'm going to get better now, right?"

"You will, but this is more for Jaune's sake than yours."

"What do you mean? You think I'll hurt him?"

"Well, let me put it this way." They clear their throat and pause a moment more to weigh the choice of words. "Once you two have a minute to yourselves, your instincts are going to want to start reestablishing the physical bond between you as soon as possible. He might not be able to handle that kind of...handling for a while."

At first she just looks at them, confused. "What do you...oh...oh! Oh, goodness, yes, I," she laughs in spite of herself, feels her face reddening a little. "You've got a point." Great, now that's all she can think about. She takes the pill and pops it in her mouth, cringing through a dry swallow.

"That's perfectly normal, it's nothing to be scared about, it's your body trying to get what it needs to recover from the fever. But both of you need to take time to rest first. Got it?"

"Yes, I get it." she still can't look them in the eye. Now she's the one clearing her throat. "How is everyone else doing?"

"I'm sure they'd be great if Raven would stop trying to interrogate them." Billy side eyes over their shoulder, just in case the Huntmaster was closer than they thought. Raven was somehow more anxious now than in Tinksylvan, but they think they understand why. Yang was conscious and actively receiving care -which demanded several priests from the largest temple in Mistral; Taiyang and Ruby, who came by Ren's invitation as well, the young Miss Schnee, and the Shadowmancer had all been allowed into the room. The senior priest in attendance had plainly denied her, which he was well within his authority to do, and Raven had been in no place to protest. Billy can't help but wonder if, provided she was of the capacity to, Yang had a say in that arrangement. They could hardly blame her if she did.

"How is Tag?"

Billy blinks with a shake of their head, coming out of a stray thought. "She and Gypsy are trying to keep each other company while I'm over here, but she's on a pretty thin edge. Like you, she just wants to go home, sleep in her own bed for a change."

"She wants to be home with you." Pyrrha elaborates knowingly. "She needs you."

"I know. I got so much to make up for...so much time, so much to talk about." Their shrug is long but quiet. "It's going to be a while before anything resembles normal for her again."

"You can do it, I know you can." Pyrrha puts a shaky hand on their shoulder. "And thank you, Billy. For everything. I don't think I could have gotten through this without you."

They chuckle. "You don't give yourself enough credit. I always knew you had it in you, and you made me so damn proud today. I kinda wish you could've seen yourself."

She laughs and shrugs it off, unsure how she feels about the compliment. "I'll admit...I was scared. Turning was so easy. Part of me feels like it shouldn't have been." Though she's grateful that turning back had been easy too.

"I've heard that before. It's a part of you, Pyrrha, always has been, now it's just more evident. Now, you'll still have to change every month, but you can choose when instead of waiting on the moon."

"Strangely enough...that sounds kind of nice." she smiles a little. Her attention is grabbed by bodies moving around her, healers that owned the hands that had been tending her burns. She thanks them, unsure if they heard. Pyrrha shrugs. "I think...I think it's time for bed now."

"I agree." They nod and stand up. "You okay to be on your feet, or do you want some help?"

"I can take her."

Both of them look up and over to spot Ren standing there, smiling with his hands behind his back, dressed in what Pyrrha can only assume passes for his royal attire. The silk is so vibrant she almost can't focus on his face.

"I don't mind, your highness."

"Not at all, I want to." He smiles. "Besides, I think someone would approve of your presence elsewhere." Because he's been feeling Tag's anxiety long enough to know. "Will you be staying the night?"

"As much as I appreciate the invitation, not to insult you, but I want to get Tag home."

"Of course, no offense taken. Should either of you need anything before departing, please ask. It's the least I can do."

"Many thanks, highness." Billy dips their chin in respect and steps away, back to where they know they're needed.

Pyrrha looks at him, her smile earnest but sleepily lopsided. "Hello again."

"Hello. Come on." and he extends his hand for her to take. "Your room's ready."

Ren guides her out of the large common area sort of room and into a long, spacious hallway. The walls are lined with ornate pillars covered top to bottom in intricate carvings and plates in gold and glimmering stones. Most of the palace is like this, decadent to the point of excess, but it's ancient and, in a way, earned it. For the most part the two just walk together in a comfortable quiet. He keeps a supportive hand in hers, the other at her waist to keep her stable if she needs it. She leans on him a little, grateful that he's there and soaking in the natural comfort of his presence.

"The girls are still fast asleep, in case you were wondering." he says softly.

"Good. Thank you for looking after them."

"My pleasure."

"They love you, you know."

"And I love them. Babies are fascinating."

Pyrrha laughs lightly. "Watch, I bet their first words are going to be 'Uncle Ren'."

His sable brows lift, his features stretching. "Would that upset you?"

"Of course not."

There's another strain of quiet as they leave the large hallway for a smaller one, though no less splendorous.

"I'm glad you and Jaune made it back."

"Me too." she exhales. "Do you know how he's doing?"

"To a point. Though he and the Cornerstone are, more or less, two halves of the same whole, using it was a great strain on him. Maybe if he had any training in magic it would be different, but,"

"Is he going to be okay?" though she hates to interrupt.

"I believe so. Naturally, you're both welcome to stay as long as you like. Until you both feel well enough."

"Thank you, Ren, you're the best."

The door they stop in front of is wooden, dark and heavy looking, with an incredible carving of peacock emblazoned across the majority of its height. Ren just pushes on the door and it yields, opening into an incredibly spacious room. More like a full apartment, really. The perpetual light of twilight comes through the stained glass windows, casting gentle rainbows across the marble floor. The bed is huge, inviting.

"There's fresh clothes for you, and a bath has already been drawn. It's through there," Ren tips his head, gesturing towards shimmering satin curtain that separates one wing of the room from the other. "Food should arrive shortly."

"You can't keep spoiling me like this." not that she doesn't like it.

"It's not spoiling if you deserve it." he assures her, smiling. "I'll try to have Jaune brought here once the healers have finished. I'll send someone for you otherwise, provided you're still awake by then."

"I don't know, chances are slim with a bed that nice."

"Then, by all means, make yourself at home." he bends to her, still smiling, and sees himself out.

It takes a moment to really accept and adjust to the fact that she's alone. Though Ren is hardly a stranger, this is still a strange place, and that anxiety has always gotten to Pyrrha in a tangible way. But, once it passes, she settles in just fine.

She almost trips on her own feet trying to get out of what's left of the sweatpants she was wearing on her way to the bath, even giggling at herself for being so clumsy. It's forgivable, she decides, she's exhausted. The bathroom is enormous by her own standards, as big as her own living room. She finds herself fawning over the tub that's incorporated into the floor, gaze lingering on the tendrils of steam drifting up from the still surface of the water. Pyrrha quickly but precariously ties up her hair into a messy bun as she takes to the small set of steps that lead down into the water. Oh, sweet gods above, does that feel amazing. Perfect temperature.

Pyrrha takes her time cleaning up, but spends most of her time simply enjoying it, arms out across the edge of the tub to keep her from slipping in as she dozes in and out. Absentmindedly she'll check her teeth with her tongue, an unconscious comfort to find her fangs are smaller now. Still too big, but not as big as they were. Her claws too. She finally emerges from the water when she starts feeling pruny, momentarily worried when her balance is hard to find. The wolfsbane must be taking its hold now, or at least she's starting to feel it. Best get to bed.

The towel she wraps herself in is wonderfully soft and holds a gentle warmth somehow, but there's still a bit of chill in her skin when she steps back into the main area of the room. Her chin tips up and she sniffs the air the moment her still keen nose catches wind of food, her attention narrowing on the dishes on a small table at the foot of the bed. There are small saucers and chopsticks that she's quick to grab up, then she picks a dish at random and lifts the lid. At now that she's smelled it, realized just how empty her gut feels, she doesn't even care what it is. She piles a healthy portion on her plate and digs in.

Pyrrha won't eat every last scrap, but feels like she could have if her fatigue wasn't catching up so fast. She feels fat, happy, and ready for bed at last. Just before she drops the towel from around her, the door of the room swings open. She recognizes the healers from earlier, and she certainly recognizes her husband being walked in between them. She'll watch them put him carefully to bed, resisting an Alpha's urge to hover and micromanage, and give them a quick nod when they turn to leave.

Once she's comfortable in the fact that they are finally alone, Pyrrha finishes whatever is left on her saucer in three big mouthfuls before setting it back on the little table. Then she unceremoniously drops the towel, ignoring the clothes in the neat stack by the bed to climb up. The bed and the linens are so soft, it feels like they melt under her weight and try to swallow her up, making her crawl to Jaune's side feel like an awesome battle against impending sleep. A battle that's even more grueling as she slips under the covers. It will be a true miracle if she ever has the strength to get out of it.

Pyrrha is careful to move slowly, which is a serious effort; she wants -needs- to touch him so badly. Her skin aches for him even now, when they're the closest they've been in days -had it only been a few days? He's wrapped up in a silk robe beneath the blankets, and she dares to slip a hand inside to play across his chest as she settles up to him. He reacts, lethargic, but still seems to remain asleep as he unconsciously turns his head towards her. Her other arm slides under the pillow, his neck, and bends over his shoulder. Her lips press into his hair and she reflexively takes in his scent. His skin feels so soft, so comforting against hers.

Oh sweet gods, it feels like home. Sleep comes faster than a thought, she doesn't even feel it happen. She's much too focused on him, on having him back and feeling the reassuring pulse of his heart beneath her hand. There's no way to know how long she sleeps, only that the slumber is impossibly deep. The kind of sleep that wipes your mind and nothing feels real when you finally wake up.

But everything is tangible and present when she opens her eyes again, a soft hand against her cheek enough to rouse her from sleep. It takes a moment for the haziness to clear, and she's smiling on reflex because even with blurred vision she knows it's Jaune's hand. He's sitting up, his other hand keeping hers pressed against his chest. That smile of hers drops when she comprehends the look on his face, wide eyed and anxious.

"Jaune,"

"You're alive," his voice is breathy, threatening to break. "She said you...I thought it was a dream." His eyes dart from her face to her body, lingering on the scar between her breasts, and then back up again. He shudders with a sob and pulls her up into a crushing embrace.

Pyrrha doesn't hesitate to tuck into him, her face in the crook of her neck and her arms around him in equal temerity.

"I missed you. Gods I missed you," he's frantically kissing her temple, one after the other after the other, "I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you,"

Before she can say anything, his hands cup her face and he's kissing her hard and desperate. She accepts it easily, her blood heating to the taste of him. She kisses back, or tries at least -he's being very insistent- slips her tongue easily into his mouth and shivers at his little whimper. Jaune falls back onto the bed, pulling Pyrrha with him. They're thinking, wanting, and needing the same thing. Skin to skin, too close to breathe, blurring the lines between them and getting back in each other's blood. Pyrrha's in his lap and Jaune holds her to his chest, keeping their lips close enough to kiss whenever they don't need air. The idea of time and place slips away, the whole cosmos is just made up of them and their love.

Pyrrha bites him in the end, not gums deep, but enough to break skin and shed blood down his chest that she's quick to catch. There's a comforting finality to it, everything is as it needs to be in some way. My mate.

They kiss and whisper and laugh together, enjoying the warmth and their joint solitude. Pyrrha doesn't catch him up on everything that happened since they were separated and he doesn't press, they don't want to ruin the mood. Still, she can't help but let her mind linger on it all. So much is different now. The normal life she always wanted...well, it just wasn't possible now. In a way it never was, but the illusion had been nice while it lasted. She knows they can't go back to the way it was, blissfully ignoring the supernatural elements of their life, what they kept on the fringes. Pyrrha needed to protect him, to keep this from happening again. She needed to protect her pack.

But that could wait. All that was outside these walls and out of this bed, which is where she means for the both of them to stay for now.

(II)

Some time later...

She usually isn't up this early, but sleeping isn't what it used to be. It has it's perks, to be honest. Yang can't remember the last time she was up early enough to see the sunrise in Vale, and from one of the balconies of the Schnee family manor, it stood to be quite the spectacle.

Yang is alone on the balcony at the moment, seated in one of two cushioned chaise lounges around a table, waiting for her company to arrive. Weiss liked the idea of watching the sunrise together and having breakfast. She had been quietly loving having Yang around for the last few weeks, Yang could tell. Then again, it wasn't like Weiss tried to hide it. Yang is just glad she never asked why she wanted to stay, she doesn't know if she's ready for that conversation.

Yang feels a shift in the atmosphere, a little static buzz, and smiles as she pulls her legs up and twists around. "I was starting to worry about you, prin-," that easy smiles snaps out of existence when she comprehends who has joined her on the balcony. It wasn't Weiss. "Are you even allowed up here? I know the Powers didn't send you."

Raven doesn't react to Yang's obvious displeasure at her presence. "No, they didn't."

"Then what do you want?"

"Just to talk."

Yang shrugs, brow falling low over her eyes. "I don't have anything to tell you, I haven't remembered anything else."

"I didn't mean that."

One golden brow peaks.

"I wanted to see how you were doing."

Yang chuffs and shakes her head, turning back to face the skyline again. Her remaining hand goes behind her head.

Raven starts walking, unconsciously trying to keep her footsteps quiet for a reason she isn't aware of. She goes to the balcony railing, turning her back to it and leaning against it, her arms crossing as she faces her daughter. "Tai's worried about you."

"He knows where I am, he can come and talk to me if he wants to."

"He doesn't think you want to see him."

She won't say as much, but she doesn't much feel like seeing hardly anyone. Blake and Weiss are different, they don't look at her the way she thinks her father and sister would. Tai and Ruby were just too close, too caring for her to stand right now. Finally she says "Then he should tell me."

"You shouldn't shut them out."

"What do you care?" her tone isn't rough with bitterness or resentment, more so reluctance. She doesn't want to have this conversation either. "Really? This is the most attention you've shown me in a while, Raven." she cuts the littlest, petty smirk. "Maybe I should have let myself get kidnapped sooner."

"Yang,"

"Is that really what you're here for? You're feeling guilty about it? Pissed that Summer did your job for you again? Weiss told me about the Reaper."

Raven feels like she's been caught, dead to rights. Not so much that last the thing as the first thing.

The quiet between them stretches longer and longer, the impending dawn turning the sky orange.

Yang eventually shrugs. "I don't hold anything against you. I know you've got rules and shit, it's how it's always been."

Raven's brow knits tightly. "I could have acted sooner."

"Then why didn't you?" she waits, feeling a knot of meanness forming in her chest. "Because you didn't think I was in any danger, right? Qrow told me about dad coming to you when Weiss couldn't summon me." Something in her loves seeing the shame on Raven's face. "But what could you have done? Like I said, you've got rules to follow. We all do."

"That's not an excuse."

"But it's your reason." She holds Raven with a heated gaze, exhaling when the Huntmaster breaks eye contact. "You want to know the truth? I really don't hold anything against you. You didn't let me down."

Raven looks at her, strangely curious and...hopeful?

"I would have had to have expectations that you would come for me to begin with. It's nothing personal."

"Are you sure?" Raven smirks in spite of herself. "I find that hard to believe."

"I don't care." Yang counters flatly. "Doesn't change anything. Don't look so offended." now she sneers, fangs visible in a sort of disgust. "How were you expecting this to go? You think I'd open up to you? Cry in front of you? Believe you actually gave a damn because you actually chose to see me for the first time in...fuck, I don't even know." she pushes her hand roughly through her hair, shaking her head.

All the while, Raven just listens, accepting it. What else could she do?

"Look, I'll be fine in my own time. And if you want my forgiveness or whatever, you've got it. For what it's worth." Now Yang can't look at her, absently scratches a little itch near her stump. "Whatever you need to hear so you'll go."

"I know I've done...nothing right by you. But do you really hate me so much?"

"That's just it; I don't hate you at all. I don't have any feelings about you, and all things considered, I'd prefer it stay that way. If the only thing that gets you to come and see me is your own insecurity or whatever the hell this was supposed to be, than I'd rather you just stay away. Nothing changes and we're both happy."

"...I understand." Resignation is plain and painful on her face. She lingers only a moment longer, nodding mostly for her own sake, and then hops up onto the railing. "You should talk to your father."

"That's not up to you."

Another nod, no last look, Raven jumps, a flux of energy cracking through the air as a portal comes and goes. Yang waits, then releases the tense chestful of air she had been clinging to.

"Yang? Everything okay?"

She blinks, tucking the last few minutes to the back of her mind and making herself relax. "There you are, princess."

"I heard voices,"

"Just thinking out loud, that's all." Yang will watch Weiss come out of the bedroom, still in a housecoat and carrying a tray with what smells like coffee and a saucer of danishes.

"What were you thinking about?" she asks, setting the tray down on the table between them.

"About how wonderful my girlfriend is and how she has the best ideas for breakfast." Yang winks and reaches for a pastry, taking a bite big enough to swallow half of it.

Weiss smiles back, able to fix her coffee the way she likes it without looking. She eventually settles, propped on the chaise so she's facing Yang. "How did you sleep?"

"Okay, I guess. No worse than usual, so that's something. Had a dream I was having a heart attack, but then I woke up to find Tanta laying on my chest." She loves hearing Weiss laugh.

"She does like you." Weiss nods.

"It's because of my body heat. All you Schnees love it; it's the only way I can get Winter to hug me."

"Come on, that's not it. She's just not...the hugging type."

"I'm only kidding." Yang buzzes her lips before swallowing the last of the danish and reaching for another. "This really is great, Weiss."

"I'm glad." she's blushing, but it's brief. "I'm sure it'll be even better when Blake gets here tomorrow."

Yang doesn't immediately respond, taking another bite and navigating her way around fixing her coffee with one hand. "What makes you say that?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing, just that you're always happier when she's around."

"True." she nods. "Do you think I'm less happy that it's just us?"

"Of course not." Weiss stares into her cup.

"C'mon, what's eating you?" she asks softly. "And don't say nothing, because I'll know if you're fibbing."

"It really is nothing, Yang, I promise. I'm just thinking too, that's all."

Yang searches the energy around her, looking for a kink or a tell in the light of her soul but finding none. She's telling the truth. "So what are you thinking?"

"Just...I've had a lot on my mind lately, weighing things. Trying to decide what to do...if it's what I want."

"Oh? And what do you want, princess?" though she exaggerates her interest with a waggle of her brows and a knowing purr in her voice, Weiss knows she's sincere.

"Let's finish our breakfast first."

"Shit, make a girl wait." Yang chuckles, her offense superficial. "Alright, have it your way."

"I usually do." she smirks.

They continue their back and forth, pausing only long enough to see the sun cut over the tops of skyscrapers beyond the balcony. Felt like a brand new day in more ways than one. Weiss stands up and stretches, then gathers their soiled dishes onto the tray, meaning to deal with them later. She'll walk around to the other side of Yang's chaise, offering her hand. "Come with me?"

"Sure." there's the mildest hesitation, a weird new reflex when her only remaining hand is concerned, but takes Weiss' offering and lets Weiss help her to her feet. They retreat into the bedroom, leaving the doors open because the air is still cool and comfortable.

Weiss walks her to the bed and sits her down and then takes a spot right next to her. She crosses her legs since her feet don't reach the floor like Yang's.

"So you gonna tell me what you want now? Because I feel that it's something I can give you."

"You're not wrong." Weiss chuckles, her cheek turning pink. She slips her hand over Yang's, her thumb drawing circles. "You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do." Yang smiles, but her brows knit, a sign of concern.

"And you love me?"

"I'm crazy about you." that worry only deepens. "What's this about? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, no, not at all. I just love hearing you say it." because she feels she needs to be brave and it helps. "But I...would you make me yours?"

Surprise stretches Yang's features, her irises the softest lavender as she blinks back at her. "Like...mine, mine?" she feels her heart fluttering when Weiss nods, smiling back at her. "But...I mean, not that I don't want to, it's just...we haven't even..." her eyes flit to the bed and back again.

"I know. And we can, if you want to. I'm ready."

Now she can feel her cheeks getting hot. "I just, you know, thought you'd want to know if I was a good partner -you know, like that- before asking that from me."

"Sex isn't everything," Weiss dismisses softly.

"But it's a lot. To me it is, anyway. I want to be sure you're happy with me, you know? Happy wife, happy life, right?"

"True enough, I suppose. Still," now she takes Yang's hand in both of hers, holds it securely. "If you'll have me."

Yang looks away, vulnerability flickering across her face. "Even with this?" She inches her shoulder, gesturing with her stump.

"Yes. Because you're still you."

"In spite of everything." Yang chuffs. "In any case," she sighs after a moment. "You know this is for keeps, right? Good as gold forever? Dragons are bound by their word."

"I know, so are Witches. And I want to be bound by yours."

Yang's mouth hangs open, her heart lurching against her ribs. "You know, not to be, well, me, but that was hot."

Weiss laughs, her voice like music. "Does it make you want to say yes?"

"I can't lie, it certainly does. But...I want you to take another day to think it over, just my rule. I did the same for Blake when she asked me, so, you know."

"Okay. In the meantime," Weiss still has this look in her eye, a sweet beckoning. "You want to try influencing my decision?"

"Wow," her whole face is red now and she shakes her head. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I think I like it. Gimme a kiss, princess."

(III)

After his remains were recovered, the High Minister's body and head were laid in stasis in Agharta, protected round the clock. Over time his head and his body steadily stitched themselves together per the magic surrounding his immortality. Little by little, until he was whole and opened his eyes. For a long moment he simply lies there, hands folded over his stomach as he tries to place himself.

"You back with us, Oz?"

He blinks and turns his head, squinting to try and sharpen the blurred shapes in his vision. "Who is us, exactly?"

"Come on, old man, you know me." Qrow laughs, then straightens from where he's been propped against the wall. "I've got your glasses."

"Ah, wonderful." he sits up, swinging his legs to hang over the edge of the slab he's sitting on. He takes the delicate frame between his fingers and wastes no time in setting them on his face. "Yes, much better." he smiles. "Good to see you, Qrow."

"Likewise."

"How long was it this time?"

"Two years and some change, not that bad."

"Well, I suppose not. What did I miss?"

Qrow laughs again. "A bit, to say the least. Your glasses were stolen, but we've to the thief in custody." he doesn't know what Raven is thinking keeping the Lamia around, and she won't tell him. Not something he particularly approves of, but the Huntmaster is allowed her eccentricities sometimes.

"What on earth would they take them for?"

"What do you think? Because they took the Cornerstone, too."

"Oh dear." His honey colored eyes widen. "But, considering the two of us are still here, having this conversation, is it safe to assume they didn't succeed in whatever they were planning to do?"

"It is, though it was pretty close."

"Who was responsible? Our thief?"

"No, but she was working for her. You remember Cinder Fall?"

Author's Note: It really feels like hot garbage, but it is what it is. Sorry for what feels like tripping at the finish line, but I'm done. It stopped being fun so I needed to call it before it got worse. I hope at least one of you found some enjoyment in it, for what it's worth, and I'm thankful for everyone who stayed and gave me one last shot. Thanks for everything, catch you on the flip side.