Heyo! So uh I hate the final battle and I am redoing it, so if anyone is interested in seeing a new battle, or if you so hated the one currently posted pls let me know hahah. Anyway here we are!

The tent flap shifted. Zelda didn't move from her chair as Link came over, taking the armchair beside her. She could feel his gaze rove over her, curled in the armchair beside the cot, head propped up on her arm, her fingers threading slowly through Hazen's hair. His chest rose and fell slowly as he slept, his face at peace.

Link's arm slid around her shoulders. For several long moments, neither of them spoke. Night had fallen outside, with only the rustle of guards and crackling fires breaking the silent evening. Zelda watched Hazen sleep, her fingers brushing his cheek as they swept a strand of hair from his face.

"Do you think it helped?"

Link's voice was quiet. "Yes."

She nodded faintly, her throat opening and closing. When she didn't speak, he did.

"I was afraid."

Zelda didn't respond.

"I thought telling him about it would ruin him somehow. Like he could be tainted by the memory," Link murmured, gazing at his son. "He'd always been untouched by it all, I . . . wanted him to stay that way."

He fell silent, and when it was again quiet except for the campfires and shifting guards, Zelda spoke.

"None of it mattered."

She sucked in a slow, shaking breath. "Nothing," she breathed, exhaling just as slowly. "The war, defeating Ganondorf . . . none of it mattered when our son disappeared."

Sudden tears choked the last few words out, and her hand drifted down to curl around Hazen's. Zelda sniffed, feeling Link's hand grasp her other tightly. "When I found my baby's pin on the ground and saw the scorch marks," she whispered, "and I knew that something had taken him . . . it felt like a punishment."

"It made no sense," she laughed, wiping her face. "He said we were afraid to tell him, and that we should be. But he didn't realize why. He couldn't have."

"It's not your fault," Link murmured again, like he always did. It fell on deaf ears, like it always had. Before.

"But it still happened." Zelda's voice was soft. "And I thought I deserved it. For thinking that I could escape him, by living in this world, the one I made for my family. I thought I deserved a punishment for wanting to live without Ganondorf. And he sent that mask to take everything away."

Link opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. "How ironic, then, to find that the mask might help."

Now he laughed softly. "Indeed."

Zelda was silent for another long moment. When she spoke again, her voice was soft, her face at peace like he hadn't seen in months, her thumb brushing Hazen's hand. His chest rose in a deep breath and he shifted in his sleep before relaxing once more. Zelda's lips twitched up in a tiny smile.

"And it has helped."

The next morning, the camp was alive once again. Hazen watched soldiers and officers mill about, and he thought he heard his mother's voice somewhere in the crowd.

He turned back to the wooden long table in the lunch area, meeting Tessen's raised brows with a shrug. "Morning drill," he guessed, and Tessen made a noise of agreement, swallowing the mouthful of toast.

He nudged their third companion with an elbow. "What about you, Sav? No toast?"

Saval just groaned, her head between her arms, hands buried in her hair. The pale white waves fell down, and almost absentmindedly, Tessen brushed his hand off and took the ends and held them above her plate, out of her food. Hazen grinned at the two of them, meeting Tessen's glare with a wink.

"What's wrong, Sav?" Hazen asked, poking her. She raised her head, and the sight of her red rimmed eyes put both of the boys on alert.

"What happened?"

Saval sighed, picking at her food. "I just keep thinking about Termina," she muttered, glaring at her plate. "You guys remember when we were in the Domain? Right . . . before?"

Both Tessen and Hazen nodded. "Well, I ran into my mom there," Saval continued, pushing the potatoes around her plate disinterestedly. "She was asking me where I was from, and I just said 'Termina' randomly."

Oh.

"Oh," Tessen murmured.

"Oh," Saval echoed unhappily, giving up on eating. She dropped her fork and sighed deeply. "I just . . . everything makes so much sense now. Her reaction, why it was so hush-hush, why the rebuilding of Great Bay is an empire-funded project . . ."

She let her words sink in. She was right, of course. Now that they knew everything there was to know about the war, an endeavor that had taken no less than seven straight hours, so many missing pieces had finally clicked into place. Hazen took a deep breath, spearing his potatoes with perhaps a bit too much force. Great Bay was one of his mother's most famous projects. Rebuilding the concert hall was a massive undertaking, one that used materials from all over the world, and that needed to be handled with utmost care. Termina held Great Bay in very high standing, and on top of being an ancient relic centuries old, it was also a monument to the thousands that were slaughtered in its halls.

The Burning of Great Bay was something that not many people had spoken about for a long time. Termina had handled its affairs with delicacy--and hesitancy--until Zelda had stepped in. Beyond clearing the bodies away, holding the funeral rites, and accounting the lives lost, it hadn't even been seen by reconstruction crews until Clock Town could be rebuilt, and that had taken years. Once Termina's government was reestablished, Zelda and the Terminan representative turned their attention to the other settlements damaged and razed by the monster hordes. With Snowhead Mountain City, Woodfall and Ikana Canyon nearing rehabilitation, they'd been able to finally take a look at the damage to Great Bay.

Now, eighteen years after the Burning, the reconstruction had only begun a few months ago. Hazen finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth. "When is Bolson arriving?"

"Mom said within the month," Tessen said, gathering their empty plates and tossing them in the bin a few feet away. "She said he thinks he's going to need more marble."

"Is there even any left?" Hazen muttered, looking out southwest, as if he could see Tal Tal Peaks from where he sat. Tessen shrugged. "Apparently so."

"Hm."

Saval poured herself a cup of tea. "I heard my father say the new stage is being made of luminous stone and that there are flecks of diamond in it, so that it sparkles when the lights shine on it."

"Is that a natural progression, or?" Tessen let the question hang.

"I think they're following the same principle as the luminous stone-steel alloy," Hazen answered. "It seems like it's the only way to create a material like that."

"My dad still has his dagger," Tessen said after a moment. "He hangs it in his study above his desk."

"Mine too," Hazen agreed. "Except he has to keep it hidden now, because the twins kept stealing it."

Saval snorted. "They even got Zhen in on their last prank. I heard they and Zhen have really bonded lately . . ."

She trailed off, looking down at the table as her smile faded slightly. "Since we haven't been around," she finished quietly.

There was silence for a long moment, heavy and weighted. Tessen was the first to break it, his voice subdued. "Have you guys seen them yet?"

"No," Hazen answered quietly. "My mom didn't want them to see us . . . like that."

Saval rubbed her arms, her tea forgotten.

It was still hard, sometimes. Hard not to jump every time they heard a noise. Hard not to snap at the servants for disturbing them, or for cleaning while they were out. Saval had gotten so spooked once from a fire being started that she'd drawn her bow and pointed her arrow inches from the servant's terrified face before she realized what had happened.

Zelda had given the order to leave them be for a while, but she'd also asked them in private to make an effort to understand. "You don't have to be afraid anymore," she'd said, her eyes following how they'd stood close. "We're here to protect you."

They'd heard that before. You don't have to be afraid. It hadn't been true then, and it wasn't true now. At least, that was how they'd felt. But still. It didn't make it easier. They'd all had moments of . . . clouded judgement.

Which made today a bit scary.

Hazen never thought he'd be afraid of his own brothers and sister, but, well, here he was, actually dreading going back home. What if he hurt them? What if he yelled at them and made them afraid of him?

Hazen swallowed against a dry throat. The twins annoyed the hell out of him, but they were his family. The thought of them being afraid of him made him sick. And Nayra, his sweet sister--

An image came to him of her hiding behind his brothers, and he closed his eyes, letting out a shallow breath.

Saval's voice broke through his thoughts. He looked up to see her pressing her folded hands to her mouth, her eyes, unusually bright, staring at the table. Tessen was rubbing her back, looking worried.

"What if he doesn't even recognize me?" she whispered. "What if--what if he doesn't know me anymore?"

"That won't happen," Tessen murmured, though he sounded unsure himself.

Too soon, the time came to go to the castle. The camp was by no means packed up and ready to leave, but Zelda and Link would be departing with Tessen and Saval's parents, leaving General Gaepora and Impa to oversee things. Hazen sat on his horse, trying not to picture what might happen.

In front of him, Zelda mounted her temporary mount, her back stiff. She still hadn't chosen a new horse, after Sanidin's death. Link's horse, Epona, was still alive, but she hadn't left her stall since returning. The stable master feared the old mare's lacking appetite was getting worse, and as a result, he and Link spent most of their time in the stables. It helped when his father was there, but when he left, Epona became unresponsive, opting to simply lay down in the hay.

Sanidin's death had hit all of them hard. It showed when Zelda had broken down at her meeting with the horse tribes, after they'd asked to build a monument to Sanidin. "It is the very least he deserves," they'd said, bowing. "For the horse that bore our Empress into battle hundreds of times, and who died a kingly death."

That horse had meant so much to his mother. Watching her ride at a canter towards the castle, seated on an unfamiliar brown mare, Hazen felt as though they'd lost a member of their family.

They used to take rides on Sanidin when they were children. Zelda would lift them into the saddle and lead the horse around the courtyard, smiling as he patiently walked in circles, gently tossing his head when his riders pulled at his mane.

Hazen sighed as they neared the gates of the castle, greeted with cheers at their successful return. He didn't look at anyone as they traveled the streets, trying not to let his thoughts or worries show on his face. He didn't feel successful. He felt tired, and weighed down.

When a girl, no older than he was himself, reached up to hand him a clump of flowers, he forced himself to take them and smile. It felt fake and dry, but her face didn't change from its gentle smile, so he faced forward again and tried to make more of an effort.

He couldn't tell if it made a difference, but either way he breathed a sigh of relief when the castle gates closed behind him. He dismounted and headed inside the receiving room behind his parents, dropping his cloak off with the doorman. By now, everyone had heard what happened, after Zelda had given an official statement. On the other side of the room, the grand staircase led into the Observation Room, where Zelda usually addressed her people.

They turned left, heading up the curved stairs into the West Hall. As they passed the Dining Hall, Hazen could see the court and military personnel milling around. A few turned to watch them go, and Hazen turned his head forward stiffly.

Was this how his parents had felt? Having everyone's eyes on them all the time, the constant subject of attention? He felt uncomfortable even as he passed courtiers he'd spoken with hundreds of times before--how had they borne it?

Finally, they reached the wide hall leading to the Great Hall. The doors were closed ahead, and the hall was filled with only more military personnel. Zelda had made it explicitly clear that this area of the castle was to be closed off to everyone but the families of the missing, and Hazen suspected that the hard glint in her eye and unyielding voice had ensured she was obeyed.

He stood in front of the doors, his heart beating as if he'd been running a race. It's just the twins, he told himself. And Nayra. It's your family.Exactly.

What could he even say, he wondered despairingly? Could he just tell them exactly what happened? Would they understand the implications? And that future Majora had shown him--his family breaking apart in front of him, crumbling in a dark room--

He didn't get a chance to plan it out as Zelda let out a breath and pushed the doors open, and a look at Saval and Tessen said they were just as unprepared.

The Great Hall lived up to its name. With high, vaulted ceilings and banners of the Empire and Hyrule, two rows of pillars in the center created a middle stairway, leading to a massive statue. Archways along the walls separated two sets of sectioned stairs running up to the back of the room, and low stone walls met where the stairs broke into a flat floor, creating sectioned rows. A few tables stood in those rows, but for the most part they were empty. Where the doors opened, a raised platform ended in downward stairs to the main floor. Their steps echoed in the empty room, drawing the attention of its few inhabitants.

Zelda strode over to the three children, crouching at their eye level. Hazen stood frozen as Dinsel's eyes tracked to him, unable to read the emotion in them. His little brother looked back at their mother, then at Faroe, and a heartbeat passed where they didn't move. Hazen's heart stalled.

Dinsel blinked slowly--then his face crumpled, and a high-pitched wail left his throat. He ran at Hazen blindly, his arms outstretched, his brother following close behind, and Hazen laughed through a tight throat, his eyes burning hot. He rushed towards them and knelt, just as Dinsel crashed into him, followed closely by Faroe. He pulled them close, wrapping his arms around them tightly.

Both boys were crying loudly, deafening him, and he felt like he was being strangled, but he didn't care. "I'm sorry," he kept saying, unable to tell if they even heard him. Through the noise, he heard another voice crying, and he lifted his head to see Nayra, her face bright pink and tears tracking down, small fists held up to her cheeks. "My turn!" she was wailing, extending her fists to him, and he let out a half sob, half laugh, releasing his brothers. He pulled Nayra into his arms, setting her against his side as his brothers burrowed back into his chest.

Vaguely he realized Dinsel was hitting him. He couldn't make out much of what he was yelling, but he heard something about the cavern and being a liar, and winced, remembering his promise to explore beneath the castle.

"We'll go," he swore, pulling them in tighter. "I swear we'll go. Tomorrow, okay?"

Dinsel sniffed, his head shifted against Hazen's chest in a nod. A smile pushed at Hazen's mouth, and he stood, still holding Nayra in his arm. She'd stopped crying along with the boys, and now was excitedly talking about the new clay creation she'd made with Paya.

"Mommy put it right next to yours," she said proudly, and then Dinsel and Faroe were running circles around him as he walked, speaking over each other as always.

"I wanted it to be next to mine, but Nayra said no," Faroe said.

"And I was telling Dad how you stopped me from shooting the bubble shooter at Mayor Ruul," Dinsel added excitedly. "D'you remember that?"

"Yes, I remember," Hazen laughed. "You got mad at me for that."

"Yeah." Dinsel smiled like he'd just won a week's worth of sweet cakes. "And I ran into Tessen and he didn't rat me out."

"And who knows what happened because of it," Tessen said, coming up to the group. Tetra and Zelda shared a smile, watching their children. Dinsel scoffed, waving his hand as Hazen and Tessen shared a disbelieving look.

"It wasn't that bad," Dinsel was saying, linking arms with Faroe while Nayra giggled behind her hands, but a gasp made them all look up.

Saval was trembling, trying to keep her face carefully neutral. A boy with identical hair and eyes was walking towards her unsteadily, his parents behind him whispering to him. They stood back as he said, voice wavering, "Valla?"

Saval let out a sharp breath at her brother's nickname for her. "It's me, Zhen," she whispered, her smile watery. Hazen knew she must have been thinking of how she looked--scars rippling across her skin, an unfamiliar canvas to everyone but her.

But it was unseen by Zhen. He ran towards her, almost tripping over the carpet, and threw his arms around her neck. She was laughing, her arms tight around his middle, and a glance at her parents' soft smiles showed that they were at peace for possibly the first time in months.

A single word shattered it.

"Fianceé."

Saval froze.

Hazen and Tessen took a few steps, hands closing around their sword hilts. The atmosphere had dropped from warm to cold in seconds, and everyone felt it. Hazen gently pushed his siblings away from the center of the floor, and they seemed to understand that something serious was happening. They huddled with Paya and Midna's personal maid, Sarys, who held the newborn twins.

Zelda and Link stood in front of them. The air shimmered around Zelda slightly, and with a shiver Hazen realized it was her Sage power. She'd not forgotten that there was another magic user in the room.

He turned back to the man striding towards their group, hands in his pockets as if he was out for an afternoon walk. He stopped at the bottom of the steps, watching with cold eyes as Saval pushed Zhen towards their parents.

"Silvas," she said coolly.

His eyes narrowed. "Dearest," he responded, voice coated in fake sweetness. "I'm so glad to see you've returned." He reached for Saval, a hand outstretched. Saval made no move to take it.

He must be the ballsiest man alive, or the dumbest, Hazen thought, and found it mirrored in Tessen's eyes. What was he thinking? Surely he knew that everyone had learned of his actions?

Instantly, Hazen felt stupid. Of course Silvas didn't know. He was counting on his influence over Saval to keep her mouth shut. He thought she was still afraid of him.

Whatever he thought, however, it was becoming rapidly clear that something had changed. His eyes flicked from his still outstretched hand and the confidence that was obvious in Saval's posture. He returned his hand to his side, and now his voice had gained an edge. "Darling, is something wrong?"

"Do not call me that," Saval said quietly. Silvas narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm sorry?"

"You should be."

For a moment Hazen thought that Silvas would snarl at her. He regained his composure at the last moment, which was a shame. He was looking forward to tearing the bastard apart. But only when Saval was done with him.

"My lady, I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," Silvas was saying, sounding as smooth as ever. He was a talented actor, Hazen gave him that.

"Oh?" Saval crooned. "Then where do you suppose these came from?"

She gestured to her scars, and beneath the cool facade on Silvas's face, Hazen saw a flicker of anger, and fear. He recovered quickly, cocking his head. "Perhaps you sustained them on your journey? I surely haven't seen them before."

Dark snarled from where he watched, barely restrained. It was obvious only Saval's composure was keeping him at bay. The moment she broke, the moment Silvas's words began to take hold once more, there would be no stopping Dark. Or any of them, for that matter.

Saval herself was staying calm. She'd merely raised a brow at Silvas's denial, and now lowered the waistband of her pants. "Oh? Then perhaps you will recognize this."

A series of gasps and shouts echoed in the room as she exposed her hip, and the two letters burned into the skin. SV. Silvas Vire.

"I'm going to be sick," Tessen breathed, his face pale. Dark was now physically restrained by several guards, his wife murmuring urgently into his ear. Hazen himself refused to stay still any longer. Enough. It was enough.

He put himself between Saval and Silvas, and the bastard snarled at him, his facade finally cracking. "Get out of my way," he snapped.

Hazen drew his sword. "Is that any way to speak to your prince?" he asked coldly.

Silvas rolled his eyes. "Please, Your Highness. What can you do? Will you truly kill a lord of the Twilight court?"

"I can cut off your head," Hazen hissed, stepping closer. "I don't give a damn who you are, since I am above you."

A hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see Saval's amber eyes staring over his shoulder.

"It's fine, Hazen."

Everything in him screamed to make good on his threat. But it wasn't his choice, and he knew that. So he backed away, regretting it instantly when he saw the smug grin on that bastard's face. A snarl twisted his face, and beside him, Tessen looked as if he were about to lose his self-control altogether.

"Come here, my betrothed," Silvas commanded. The pure arrogance made rage boil in Hazen's blood, but Saval simply . . . didn't move.

"No," she said.

Silvas's eyes widened. "No?" Then he snarled. "Who do you think you are, telling me no?" he hissed. "Do you remember the last time you defied me?"

"Vividly." Ice had entered her voice.

"Then come here."

Her lips twisted up. "No."

Silvas was going to turn purple. He opened his mouth, but Saval spoke over him, her tone deliciously haughty. "Your words are worthless, Silvas. You cannot control me. You can do nothing."

"No-nothing . . . does this look like nothing, you whore?!" Silvas roared, his hands suddenly flowing with black smoke. He raised them at her face, but Saval simply stood there, watching his movements stiffen, freezing in place. A glance at Zelda revealed nothing--she hadn't moved--but the slight tilt of her lips told Hazen enough.

She caught his eyes and her smile widened a bit. "Just watch," she mouthed.

Silvas could only move his eyes, and they tracked Saval's movements as she approached. She sent a nod to Zelda, who released Silvas. He looked around wildly, his magic fading, and his eyes settled on Saval.

She stopped a few feet before him, as calm as ever, and he seemed to think he'd won. His face smoothed, and he offered his hand once again. "That's better," he crooned.

A foot separated the two of them. Saval raised her hand, and for a moment Hazne couldn't believe it--

--black smoke suffused her arm, coalescing into the shape of a bow. Saval drew an arrow and pointed it an inch from Silvas's sputtering face.

"What do you think you're doing--"

"Silvas Vire, you are forthwith banished from the Queendom of Twilight," Saval intoned, her voice high and clear. "You are stripped of your titles, lands and holdings. You shall have no voice at court, nor shall you be given the rights of even the lowest criminals. You shall be denied any and all courtesies, either domestic or foreign, and shall live the rest of your days as you have so far: gracelessly."

She lowered her bow, stepping close until she was nose to nose. "You wanted to act like an animal," she said fiercely, and now Hazen heard all the rage, hatred, and pain that she held inside. She poured all of it into her words, and saw the effect of it when Silvas's eyes widened. "Now you'll be treated like one."

She backed away, and said to the Twilight royal guards: "Take him to the border and leave him there."

They bowed, and when Silvas was gone, rendered speechless, Saval wasted no time. She strode straight to Tessen, grabbed his shirt collar, and kissed him right on the mouth.

Hazen let out a loud laugh, clapping, as Saval broke away and dragged a dazed, stupidly smiling Tessen to her parents. "I want this one," she said.

Dark was grinning from ear to ear. Midna pressed her hands together. "Whatever you want," she promised, and the smile they shared was enough to make Hazen's eyes water. Saval nodded, and then her parents were crushing her between them, and everyone turned away to give them privacy.

They stayed until late at night. The moon had set, food had been brought, and wine had been served for hours already. Torches had been lit all around the room, and two of the hearths had been fired as well, making everyone sleepy--or almost everyone. Hazen wasn't drunk yet, but it had mellowed him out to allow himself to be buried underneath the couch pillows. Dinsel snickered like a madman as he dropped another pillow on top of his brother and jumped on top, driving the wind from Hazen's lungs.

Tessen cackled over Hazen's coughing, leaning out of the armchair he'd commandeered. Saval laughed along, squashed into his side, a woven blanket laying across their legs. On the floor beside their ottoman, Nayra had pulled a feather from a dislodged pillow and was tickling Saval's bare feet, giggling every time her toes twitched.

Hazen emerged from the grave of pillows among his parents' soft laughter and calmed his brothers, who were yelling about how he "ruined everything". "I've got a better idea," he said loudly, and was rewarded with the wide-eyed gazes of his brothers who were sure to make him regret this. However, for once, he honestly couldn't bring himself to care.

They did as he asked, gathering all the biggest cushions and laying them on the floor, then laying the smaller ones on top. Soon enough they had a massive floor of cushions, and Link, Ilayen and Dark helped to build up the makeshift slide. Zelda laughed quietly from her chair, curled up like a cat before the fire. The blankets covering the slide kept shifting, and she extended her hand to keep them still.

Tetra called out, "Angle the ladder more, they won't be able to climb that steep."

Ilayen adjusted it, looking to his wife for approval, and the Advisor rolled her eyes, leaving her chair. "Can't you do anything right?" she muttered, though there was no bite in her tone. Ilayen smiled, fully aware of it.

She adjusted the ladder and returned to her cozy chair as Ilayen called out, "All right, who's first?"

Four voices shouted out at once, and Nayra fought to the front of the group. She bounced on the balls of her feet with excitement, and she squealed when Link lifted her and set her on the slide. "You ready?"

She just squeaked in response, and Hazen took hold of his sword's sheath, using it as a bar. "Okay, get ready," he said. "And . . . go!"

He lifted the sheath and Nayra slid down the plank, gaining enough momentum to go up the short incline and fly off, straight into the mess of pillows. She screamed in delight, climbing up to the top already calling out, "Again!"

"No, it's my turn!" Dinsel climbed up to the plank and grabbed hold of the sheath. "I'm ready!"

Hazen lost count of how many times they played on the slide. It was only when Dinsel stumbled upright, mumbling, "my turn, my turn" that Hazen scooped him up and carried him back to the chair, settling the cushions back where they were meant to go as he did. By the time he sat back down and got comfortable, Dinsel was knocked out on his shoulder.

Hazen caught his mother's eye from where she lay, half asleep against Link's side. Most everyone had fallen asleep, or were close to it. Tessen and Saval were fast asleep, buried in blankets. And tucked in on her other side was Zhen, curled up close to his sister. Hazen smiled a bit seeing it.

"They haven't played like that since before you disappeared," Zelda murmured, watching Dinsel's chest rising and falling against Hazen's. Faroe was laying across Zelda and Link's laps, limbs thrown haphazardly. Hazen laughed a bit, knowing how rowdy his siblings slept.

"I missed them," he said quietly.

"They missed you too." Zelda yawned. "They wouldn't admit it at first, but they did."

Hazen didn't reply. He knew. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen the twins cry. But upon seeing him, they'd burst into tears, and hadn't stopped very soon. And whenever Hazen had tried to cuddle them before, they'd pushed him away and said they weren't babies anymore. And now, well . . .

"I'm sorry, darling."

Hazen looked up, surprised. His mother was watching him with a familiar look in her eyes. He'd learned to recognize it as regret. "I should have trusted you," she murmured.

"It's okay, mom," he said after a moment. He'd been angry before, even though he understood. But he'd remembered something, and he clung to it now, holding onto the words as if they might fade away. "You don't have to fight alone anymore. You don't have to regret anything."

He didn't want to, either. He'd seen some terrible things. Some of them still gave him nightmares. But most of them were good. He understood things better now. He'd met people that changed the way he viewed the world, and himself.

When I think of you, I don't want to feel regret.

I don't either, he thought.

"I don't, either."

And there it is! It's not the end haha, there's like maybe two more chapters but idk, maybe one of them will be the third story, From Your Peace--a one shot, like From Your Shadow. So we're not quite there yet haha, but yeah I'm redoing the battle bc, wow, so much didn't make sense. So like, keep an eye out haha.

Anyway I'll see y'all next Monday! Stay safe out there!