Damien Darhk is dead.

She stands over his body, staff in hand, and thinks that she should feel victorious. Triumphant. Even merely pleased.

All she feels is relief.

I'm sorry, Laurel. He's dead. He won't hurt anyone else.

The Legion's...well, Jax calls them minions, so she'll go with that...are running. She can still hear the sounds of battle—the roar of a lioness a certain sign that Amaya is still on the prowl—but they're fading. It's almost over.

The sigh shakes her entire body.

And then, turning, she sees clearly why she'd felt a breath of ice on her neck not long before, just before she'd struck the final blow.

Eobard Thawne is standing not far behind her-frozen, literally, in place, forever running to a destination he'll never reach.

Snart had, indeed, had her back. And, fortunately, a weapon designed to be effective against a speedster. He's still standing there, watching her, goggles still on and cold gun still in his hand. His face is impassive, but she can't see his eyes.

She starts to say something. Stops. Realizes to her horror that the tears are welling up again and they're not stopping this time.

He pulls the goggles off as he crosses the rooftop to her, and the concern on his face just makes the tears come faster. He doesn't even hesitate as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close to his chest, holding her while she cries.

Cries for her sister. Cries for him, and for all the time they've lost.

It feels like forever before the tears subside and she draws a shaky breath, trying to get a grip. "Thanks."

"Welcome." But he doesn't let her go.

She knows she should pull away before the others return, but she simply doesn't feel like it.

"So, what were you thinking about when you mentioned 'what the future might hold?'" she asks instead.

The non sequitur doesn't seem to bother him. She can feel the chuckle through his chest. "I was still working on that."

"Ah." She hesitates, then moves her head back far enough to see his face. "Think maybe we can figure that out together?"

There's a flicker of emotion in his eyes, but predictably, it's paired with that damned smirk. "Sara, if we can make it through everything else we've survived over the past year or so, I think we can work something out."

She rolls her eyes at him. The smirk grows wider...and then he leans down and kisses her.

For the first time in a while, she thinks, the future looks pretty promising, after all.