The defeat of Cato felt like a distant memory to those in the Light Dimension. Not much time had passed since his fall but with how matters quickly went back to how they were before from rescuing other survivors alongside Sabra's team to getting chores finished around the village, it was like the whole incident was just a bad dream.

Wilson was thankful it was over. He was still trying to process all that had happened and what was happening now but he was thankful he wasn't feeling paranoid anymore about someone who could possibly bring harm to those he cared for. There would always be danger when venturing into The Constant but least it was danger he and the others could prepare for.

And with Maxwell turning a new leaf, he's no longer a concern anymore either.

"We'll keep out of your way but don't expect complete peace." Maxwell said as he slung a bag over shoulder, his family gathered close to him. "We may not want to cause trouble anymore or wish harm on any of you but we're not above harmless pranks."

"Noted and it wouldn't hurt to see you once and awhile." Wickerbottom said, chuckling.

"Heh, maybe. But for now, my family and I need a vacation. If you'll be needing us, though please don't need us, we'll be in the Fire Lands."

"Um… While you're there, could you maybe say hi to Woodlegs and his crew for me?" William said, giving a sheepish smile. "They helped save my life and I want them to know that if they're interested we can bring them to the Light Village for a visit if they like."

"Sure. I owe the man a visit anyway." Maxwell chuckled, turning away, his family and him heading out. "Till we meet again, Survivors."

Wilson shook his head, closing his journal, standing up from his desk.

It was so strange to see that but… I guess anyone can change. Even Shadow Kings.

Wilson headed out of his house, deciding he needed some fresh air. It was around dusk in the Light Dimension. Villagers were settling down for the day from chores, enjoying the beauty of the sky and winding down for night activities.

Wilson watched this for a few moments before the sound of a violin caught his attention. A familiar tune he thought only he himself knew how to play being heard. He followed the source, finding Edward in the garden of his home, practicing with a black violin, the man swaying as he played.

That was another thing Wilson was still processing. Having his father back. For his whole life he never thought Edward loved or cared about him and had left because he wanted nothing to do with their family but now here he was. Happy to be with him and Cecelia and trying to make up for lost time. While Edward had said to Wilson's face, he still was unsure if Edward truly did care for him. The years had done their damage

Wilson crept up quietly towards Edward, not wanting to disturb him in his playing. Wilson wanted to keep hearing the song he was playing. He had played the tune himself so many times and it was something that just made him feel calm whenever he did even if he didn't know the name.

Maybe… he knows the name.

Wilson sat down on a bench, letting Edward finish his song. Once Edward finished, he opened his eyes, jumping a bit at seeing Wilson present.

"Oh, Wilson, didn't see you there. Didn't think I would have an audience."

Wilson gave a sheepish look, rubbing the back of his neck. There was a nervous look in his eyes.

"Sorry for startling you. I heard you playing and… well, I recognized the song. I was hoping you… you could tell me the name."

Edward smiled, chuckling a bit.

"I guess that much time has passed you wouldn't remember. It was the song I wrote for you, Wilson. The Scientific Symphony."

Wilson's eyes widened.

"What's my song called Father?"

"It has no name yet Little Wil. I want you to name it. It's your song after all."

"Hm… I know!"

"That's right… I called it that around when I was getting into science."

"Yep." Edward had nostalgic look in his eyes. "You were so excited to name one of my pieces, especially since it was special to you. It wasn't for the world it was only for my Little Wil."

Wilson nodded, nostalgia coming to his eyes. The memories were a little fuzzy, a little faded, like an old record. But the feeling was still there.

"Do… you remember when I was four, you were playing the piano for mother and I got ahold of your muted trumpet?"

Edward laughed.

"Oh yes. You blew so hard I was worried your voice would become a trumpet."

Wilson laughed.

"Oh goodness I remember that! Then Mother couldn't stop laughing, I thought she was going to fall over!"

"Good thing she had me to lean on." Edward chuckled.

"Indeed." Wilson wiped some tears from his eyes. "That was so long ago yet… I remember it."

"Which I'm glad. I was hoping at least some good memories would remain after I left." Edward's smiled faltered a bit, glancing away from Wilson a little.

Wilson frowned, looking down, drumming his fingers on the bench.

"Father… You wanted me right? You… You weren't mad that I was always small for my age, or that I wasn't very strong?" He asked his voice quiet. "I know I was a runt, I know I was annoying but-"

"Why on Earth would you even call yourself those words?!"

Wilson's head snapped up to see a worried look in Edward's eyes as he looked at him.

"I… That's what I was! Just a mistake!"

Edward shook his head, walking over to Wilson, sitting beside him, placing a hand on shoulder.

"Wilson. You are NOT a mistake and you never were." Edward said with a firm tone. "You were one of the best things your mother and I could've ever asked for. I was so happy when you were born. You were MY boy. Yes you were small but I didn't care. I still loved you then and now. So, stop picking my Little Wil."

Wilson's eyes were wide, stunned before he smiled, his eyes a little misty.

"Father… That.." He wiped at his eyes his voice shaking a bit. "That means a lot."

Edward gave him a gentle look.

"You're my son. You're everything I wanted and hoped for in this life. You're everything I was trying to fight for. So I could one day come home, to you and your mother."

Wilson smiled a bit, unable to help the tears that started to spill over.

"Father…"

Before Wilson could help himself he threw his arms around Edward, hugging him tightly. Edward returned the gesture, stroking his hair.

"I'm sorry I took so long to get back. I wanted to see you grow up so badly but Cato…" Edward held Wilson closer. "I'm just happy I can see you now."

Wilson nodded, tightening his embrace, hiding his face a little. He had been hoping to hear those words. To know he had been wanted and that the Barlows were in fact wrong.

"I'm happy too, Father. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for anything. You did nothing wrong my boy. Nothing at all."

Wilson smiled, looking up at Edward. Edward smiled back.

"You've truly become something amazing my boy. I mean, I'm not entirely sure what a Gate Keeper is but from what Mother described it sounds pretty important."

"It is and honestly I'm sort of terrified to begin training on that." Wilson rubbed the back of his neck. "I do want to do my part but I just worry about not being a good diplomat since that's basically the job. Yes Grandmother will still be in charge as head Gate Keeper being the queen and all but I'll be second in command. I don't want to undermine her by saying something that'll upset the others." Wilson brought a hand to his face. "Honestly the fact there are other worlds to delegate with is just overwhelming to even think about."

"You'll be fine, Wilson." Edward squeezed his shoulder. "You pick up on things pretty fast when you put your mind to them and everyone is here to help you on your way. It's not something you have to face alone."

"True." Wilson smiled. "Something I know I'm truly grateful for."

"And if the other Gate Keepers from those other worlds give you hard a time just sick Cecelia on them. She'll set them straight."

Wilson snorted, bringing a hand over his mouth.

"F-Father!"

"What? She packs quite the punch when her baby is threatened."

"True but still!" Wilson laughed.

"Then again I think all your new friends would come running if something happened. Am I right?"

Wilson nodded, chuckling.

"They would. We all look out for each other like family. One falls, we all hurry to help them up.

"Then I don't think you have anything to fear, Little Wil." Edward smiled softly. "You have everyone here to help you and you most certainly have me to help as well."

Wilson had a warm look in his eyes, hugging Edward again.

"That means a lot, Father. It really does."

Edward brought his arms around Wilson tightly.

"You've done some great things and I'm sure you'll continue to do great things."

Wilson nodded, sighing in content, keeping close.

"That's what I intend to do. I just want to help everyone I can. Be it as a diplomat, a warrior, a doctor… Whatever they need me to be, I'll be there."

"And you'll have everyone by your side. People listen to you, son. You have a good heart."

"Thanks to you and Mum."

Edward ruffled his hair up, eliciting a laugh from him.

"UWAH! NO!"

"Poofer son!"

"FATHER!"

"Got ya!"

Both shared a good laugh, keeping close to each other before finally calming down, both content to be with each other.

"So… how about we go ask your mother what she's planning on cooking hm? I haven't had her cooking in years and I'm eager to know."

Wilson smirked.

"Let's go see. I heard something about chicken and dumplings."

"Let's go give her a poke then."

They headed off, the two content to be at the other's side.

It's still a long road to recover. But we'll get there…

And I'm loved…

I'm really loved.