Zari walked into Ray's room, where he sat on his bed. He hadn't left since they had returned from the Acheron valley and had his leg healed. He had wanted to only be patched up so he could mope in his room, but Sara refused this and Ray stayed to have every little wound healed. He just stared at the bare wall, at nothing in particular. He leaned against the wall while he sat and he did not look up when she approached him.

"Hey," Zari said.

"Hey," Ray responded in a rare moment of sadness and being unenergetic.

"How are you?" She asked him. As expected, this question struck a certain nerve as his mind immediately jumped to Nora.

"We could've saved her," Ray said in a soft monotone. Zari shook her head once and took a step closer.

"Ray…"

"We could've found a way," Ray continued without looking at her. "She didn't need you to… you didn't have to push her over the edge." His gaze hardened. He may refrain from trying to glare directly. This was both comforting and strange at the same time.

"About that," Zari said as she took a deep breath. "Nora couldn't do it alone. Our eyes crossed. She looked at me, begging to help her. She wanted it."

"No," Ray said. He wanted to point out the flaw in Zari's explanation, even though the monster would be stronger than Nora if she tried to pull him into the Underworld while she fell. She needed help and Ray couldn't provide it, so Zari did. But Ray seemed to miss the point. In his grief-struck mind, he still thought they could have saved her. "You still didn't have to."

"Yes, I did," Zari said in her calmest tone, hoping to keep Ray calm, too. "I have seen myself do it before."

Ray finally turned his head to her, a confused look in her eyes. They were red, Zari only now noticed, and tears had stained his cheeks. "What?"

"In my vision," Zari said, "I saw Nora. She was standing in the river and controlled the monster." From that angle, Nora could have been doing anything. Only after seeing it in real life did Zari believe Nora was trying to do something good instead of something evil, as Zari had believed throughout this adventure.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ray asked. He genuinely wondered why Zari kept this piece of information to herself. He did not blame her for it, so that was at least good.

"Because you had just heard she was holding hands with Sara," Zari said. In her mind, Ray may have been ravaged if he had interpreted this as Sara and Nora getting it on as a couple. "Also, in my vision, she might as well have joined the Giantess. She could've been fooling us. And if she would come on board and betray us, I didn't want to give you false hope with a positive interpretation." He'd be heartbroken again, putting his trust in this woman, and Zari could not watch him fall for it again.

Zari sat down next to him on the bed and placed herself upon it, with her back against the wall. It felt appropriate for what she was trying to do.

"We had to stop it," Zari continued, staring at the same piece of wall Ray had stared at seconds ago. "Nora took a risk. She knew what she was doing. She made a conscious decision and we need to live with it." She briefly paused. "You were right. She was good."

"She was," Ray said, and a saddened smile came across his face. He mourned her, but the thought of her still brought a smile to his face.

"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier," Zari said. Ray placed a hand on her shoulder and softly squeezed it.

"It's okay," he said. "You were trying to protect me."

Zari nodded. At least he wasn't mad at her. Despite his emotional turmoil, you could always count on Ray to be the voice of reason.

"Come on," Zari said. "We're eating outside today. They need someone to make a fire that won't likely turn into a forest fire." If you don't come, there's a high chance Mick will light the campfire which will cause trouble.

Ray understood and chuckled. "I'll be there in a second," he said. Zari exited the room.

He remained in his room for another two minutes before he rose from his bed and left the room to join the other Legends.

Eventually, Ray came down from the Waverider and made a fire that would not burn down the forest and then they could get this impromptu barbecue started. They had Mick bring some meat from the Waverider's kitchen and all of them consumed it except for Zari, who had a salad instead.

Everyone was having fun, all things considered. They were still near the river, and the thought alone was enough to dampen the mood in an instant. Especially Nate seemed to be trouble – his face had grown pale, and he didn't eat much either way. Wasn't hungry, he said. He barely spoke a word to anyone. Amaya figured he needed time to process what had just happened and maybe the little stunt in the Underworld finally showed its consequences. He probably needed time, and it wasn't very crazy he may even a little sick from the entire experience.

They were about halfway through their dinner when their peace was disrupted by an unwelcome visitor. Wally was the first to notice him, and so he alerted everyone else to the visitor's presence. He was patient enough to wait until everyone had noticed him before he stepped into the light.

Near the Waverider stood a familiar stranger in a business. In the dark, with that hairstyle, they might have mistaken him for Rip Hunter without his trench coat, had they not known that it was Hermes standing in front of them and approaching them.

"You," Mick growled. He immediately rose to his feet. It was a good thing he didn't have his heat gun with him at the moment – he might have tried to barbecue the god for everything they had to go through.

Hermes calmly raised his hands. "I come in peace," he said in a tone that suggested he did not want to fight and, like the last time they spoke, he just came to talk. Now he had come closer, the Legends could see he was smiling at them; a genuine grin on his lips. "I came to congratulate you on your victory. Well done."

"Thank you," Sara said. She'd wanted to call him 'sir', but was that even right? And if not, what other title was she supposed to use in this case? Or was it just as appropriate to call him by his name instead of an arbitrary title?

Hermes nodded his head. "What you had to do was not an easy task. As compensation for your service, you have a place in Elysium."

Zari nodded once. "Thank you, but I'd rather work for it."

"Understood," Hermes said and his gaze crossed John's, who rolled his eyes. He'd probably lose that spot within the next year – if they could equate Elysium with Heaven, John's entrance to it couldn't just be secured by this one mission. He'd need to do a lot of other things he didn't particularly care for right now.

Hermes noticed one glass of wine was left untouched. It was meant for Nate, but since he wasn't feeling too well, he had not touched it yet. He believed that alcohol may worsen his situation. Hermes picked up that glass and raised it.

"To the finest heroes this age has ever known," he said and downed it in one gone. Some Legends followed his example, but not everyone did.

"Can I ask one question?" John asked and everyone turned their heads to him. They had no idea what this question would be.

Hermes nodded once. "Of course."

"When something like this happens again, don't call us again," John said bluntly.

"That wasn't a question," Hermes replied, his tone shifting ever so slightly. It was a dangerous tone; it suggested not to go against the will of the gods. It warned them not to oppose him. But since when had Constantine ever cared about the gods.

"I think what he means to say," Sara said to placate the god, "is that we can take care of these kinds of problems without you pointing us in the right direction."

"I don't doubt that," Hermes said. The tensions that had briefly flared up seemed to have been calmed now. He glared at John for a second, as if to say he had been lucky today and it would not happen at a later date. Hermes turned to the group again.

"After today, I will not see you again. We will only meet when you are making your final journeys. Please take your time and treasure the years on this world. Elysium is beautiful, but nothing compares to Earth." He looked at each Legend separately and his gaze seemed to linger just a little too long on Nate, who refused to look directly at the god and was even paler than when the evening started.

"Good luck, Legends." Hermes had one last satisfied smile on his face. "If you ever need help, you need only pray."

The god turned his back on them and he vanished as he walked away. The Legends finally had their peace and could enjoy the rest of their dinner.