A/N: This story deserved a better ending than the rushed one I posted before, so I've rewritten it. Thank you all for reading, you're the best! If I could put a heart emoji without it being eaten by ffn's code, I would. So please imagine like a dozen of them here.

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Okay, so. A few things.

First off, it's pretty easy to convince a S/O that you're you when you've had to do it once already. I did get a little exasperated and start interrupting his questions with answers, so there was a moment where Brath looked like he was seriously considering hitting me with a fireball just because, but he didn't.

Of course.

Two, all he had to say about my explanation for why I felt like Azeroth was, "Convenient."

No, he wouldn't elaborate.

Then, he was completely nonplussed by the Nothing. I tell him some crazy powerful remnants of planets drove him insane, and he was just kind of…eh. He literally shrugged it off at one point. What the hell have dragons been through that something like that is a nonissue?

Seriously.

So it wasn't hard to bring Brath up to speed on everything that was going on. It was a little underwhelming to be honest.

I thought it would take longer. But it didn't, and so obviously we made out and stuff.

After beach sex—which is not overrated, I gotta say—Brath surprised me. "Where should we avoid?"

Obviously, I was lost.

He handled that with his usual patience, tugging his robes on as though he was getting ready for work or something. "You get obsessed when you see what your brother did. Did these…Nothing bother to tell you where you first see the fruits of his labor? We can avoid it."

"Well, I already know—"

"Knowing and seeing are different."

"They showed me."

"But you weren't standing there, able to reach out and touch what had been destroyed." Brath had given me a critical look and then helped me tug my coat into place. "It's very different."

"I don't…know the names of places. Just…what they look like."

"We can ask the draenei, then. They have records of worlds that were destroyed."

And that was that. Brath accepted that the rest of our lives were apparently going to be spent making sure we weren't in certain places so that neither of us would go crazy and set the worst set of events into motion.

That alone would have been enough to spend a lifetime—well, a good sixty years—dwelling on.

But you should know as well as I do that things never work out that well.

Brath had just turned back into his drake form when Senta'ri popped out of camoflauge right next to me, hissing something about something.

I was sort of mortified with the thought that he might have been around when we had sex.

However, Senta'ri is hardly a perv and it quickly became obvious that he had indeed headed back, or at least tried to.

As he'd been heading that way, he'd seen Bree. The real Bree. She was heading off away from the village and something about her just seemed off… Maybe it was how she went into stealth as soon as she was done talking to another Forsaken who seemed to be on guard of something.

Senta'ri had gone into camo mode and followed her—apparently hunters can track hidden, whatever that means—and what he found was…not Forsaken helping with nuclear fallout.

I really, really, really don't want to get into every little thing that happened with this, but…

So apparently it would take a hundred nukes going off all over the world to set off a legit nuclear winter. Seventeen going off in the north would do a LOT of damage and pretty make that area unlivable for…I don't know, ever? But the point is, magic kind of counters that stuff.

Think of it as a good containment and anti-contamination suit? Magic, I mean.

Not that it contains it completely.

Earth sort of…introduced all the Azeroth species to cancer with the nuclear particles getting around in the atmosphere.

But.

They found a cure for cancer.

So, it wasn't all bad? That feels so shitty to even say, pardon my language.

But, my point is that the demons were already 'harvesting' the nuclear waste to toss onto other planets, so it wasn't as bad in Russia as we thought—just the rest of the universe.

Russia was a frozen hellscape, but not any worse than usual I guess? Except that the Forsaken saw what had happened there, saw how paranoid everyone was about it, and decided it was free real estate.

So they pumped up the idea that it was super uninhabitable so that they could make it their home away from home. And they made sure to show off some of the worst parts to get people like V to buy the story, and then made science labs a 'safe distance' from the horrors to keep them distracted.

And Bree? Real Bree?

Well, she was seeing off a shipment of bodies.

Yeah.

Those rumors were legit after all.

I guess the undead can't reproduce, so that a world with billions of living people had to have even more corpses that could be reanimated and brought on to boost their waning numbers.

It was pretty hard to sneak V out of the lab so that we could get him up to date and you know, make sure he didn't join the Forsaken ranks.

We managed.

Barely.

Brath had fun, which should really summarize how we ended things in Wales.

Real Bree escaped and was sort of a nemesis for a few years. We did finally manage to shut down their operations.

Turns out when you rez puritanical Christians and tell them they have to serve the Banshee Queen, they get really mad. Like really mad.

Which begs the question how do they actually get the souls back? The rezzed people were adamant that they'd been in a very good place just like they thought they'd be, not that they can remember much of it—mostly being at peace and all that—though wouldn't you know the undead atheists were quick to argue that no, there had been nothing.

So like, I guess we'll never know about the afterlife until we get there…or in my case, I'll just never know.

The whole getting dunked in magic sort of made me immortal. I haven't aged a day since I was pulled out of the leylines in a timeline that no longer exists. So it gets kind of awkward when you go to a friend's fortieth birthday and you were almost the same age and now you're not.

I had to fake my death.

I don't want to go into it, but there were some sketchy guys that tried to kidnap me to find the source of my immortality, but that plan died before it could really go into motion. Brath ate them.

Wish I had not been there for that.

Because you know, it brings up the whole morals thing. Like, eating people is bad, but they were gonna dissect me while I was still alive? But does that really warrant getting eaten alive? And like? I know it's not cannibalism because he's a dragon, but it kiiiiinda feels that way so.

It was a while before I got over that, and actually that's when I faked my death. Brath told everyone that he got there too late, which they bought because he was extra broody—which was because I told him it was gross to eat people, and we had a big fight about how he doesn't complain when I eat plants who can totally feel pain by the way—and just assumed I really was dead.

Neesera and Fizz were kept in the loop. Prince Wrathion too, since he was all for locking Brath away to make sure he didn't do crazy shit.

I think Nicholas knew, too, but if he did, he took it to his grave. They buried him next to Clara, and I really hope that there is a good afterlife and that they're together and stuff.

I went to everyone's funerals, guised as either a blood elf or gnome, even for the Earth funerals. Elf isn't a big deal, but holy snap the height difference as a gnome is crazy.

It was hard to say goodbye, but I've sort of kept my distance. It hurts to lose people, and it hurts more to wake up one day and realize almost everyone is gone.

Fizz's death hit me the hardest.

He actually got to retire from combat.

They actually managed to defeat the Burning Legion. I was still poking around on Earth and in Azeroth, helping here and there, but heroes did it. The big bad guy was vanquished and it messed up Azeroth pretty bad, but…they keep going.

I don't know how they do it. Maybe because they don't really have a choice in the matter. I don't know.

But Fizz retired after the Burning Legion was officially ended—there's still pockets of them throughout the universe, but they pale to what they were and we don't think they've destroyed any new worlds. He lived out his days on a small island on Azeroth, with me and Brath crashing with him for the last few years.

He was so proud of himself, said his mom always told him he'd be blown up by this point. He'd always thought she'd be right.

But he passed away in his sleep, surrounded by trinkets memorializing his life, every exciting turn of it. When I came to wake him up for breakfast, he had a smile on his face.

Who'd have thought a red-eyed goblin dying would make me cry so hard? Not seventeen-year-old me, that's for sure.

He was eighty-three.

These days, I keep in contact with Neesera and a few other immortals, but I still get hit hard with how much I miss the others sometimes.

In case you're wondering, I'm turning a hundred in a few weeks. Triple digits were something I never really even thought about reaching when I was a kid, but now Brath is very confident that I'll make it to four digits.

I…can't quite wrap my head around that. Not yet, anyway.

Back to the Forsaken though—wow I got off topic. There's sort of two official factions: the Azerothian and the Earth. The former is your typical forsaken and the latter is…horrifying. Some of them want to share the gift of undeath, some just want to live in peace, some have taken religious cults to new levels.

Last time I checked, there was a huge argument on Earth about where they could stay. Many of the undead felt they deserved to live in whatever country they were actually from, but a lot of people don't want animated corpses as neighbors—so much for the acceptance that started off, right? And Russia doesn't want them. And most of them don't want to be in Russia.

And they didn't like the idea that they could go live on Antarctica or the nuclear waste area.

Don't blame them there.

Undead aside, things on Earth are…well. They're not back to the way they were—they never will be—but there's a lot of territorial stuff going on and…politics.

However, it's still not as bad as it was. I think that's because they're connected to other worlds now and there's a need to at least seem like a semi-cohesive unit?

Or the orcs will invade and take over, as one of the less open-minded country leaders pointed out. I won't say who. It's not…worth it.

Speaking of all things Earth, I don't know what happened to Greg. I heard about him a couple of times, but Brath and I made sure to avoid anywhere we knew he'd been. And for a while we thought he was dead.

So it was disappointing to learn that he was part of the remaining forces that needed to be dealt with. It sounds bad to say I was disappointed that my brother is alive, doesn't it? It does. Even if he was a monster…

Is.

I don't know if he's aging or not, but I still hear about him.

Sometimes I feel like I shirked some duty to keep him in check, but…we keep a scrap book of all the victories in the worlds he's been to, all the people saved, the ones I know would have died if I'd been there.

It's hard, but it helps to be able to look back and see that there's plenty of people who will do good in any one of the worlds.

That's really all of the important things that have happened.

I mean, there's so many little things that have happened, but if I go over all of them, it'll take…eighty years.

Oh my god. I still can't get over that. There's part of me that just accepts it, but then there's the rest of me that can't quite wrap my head around the possibility of living forever. I mean, at some point, we'll run out of things to do, right?

Or, you know, the universe will finally stop expanding and then snap back like a rubber band and we'll all cease to exist.

I might be there for that…

This is why I try not to think of this stuff.

With the Legion defeated and me supposedly dead—and not really part of Earth anymore—Brath and I have decided to try to find Bree's world. She said her timeline didn't start until long after mine ended, so I don't know if we'll meet her, but I would like to make sure her world is safe. After all, I don't really know what her end game was, but I do know that—regardless of intentions—she did help me.

And maybe we've already helped. Maybe her world never gets attacked because of all the changes to the timeline. It would be nice to see her world as it was meant to be.

Assuming I'd even know what to look for.

We're gonna try though. Worst case, we waste a hundred years or something.

After all, I've got near infinite time and I do want to tie up my loose ends.

Including knowing more about the Nothing.

The worlds I've been to have never heard of them, and I wonder if maybe they don't exist anymore. Bree said they were rumored to be the essences of fallen worlds and maybe with the Legion's fall, they thrived.

Or maybe they do, but are working from behind the scenes, making sure the universe runs as smoothly as it can.

There's a lot that I don't know, but that's okay. Again, I have a really, really long time to find answers.

And Brath? He's going to be with me through it all.

And he promised that he won't go on a wild killing spree if I die, so that's good, too. I did have to agree to let him kill my killer, in the event that I'm murdered.

Good old fashioned vengeance is hard to let go of, I guess.

Even so, I have hope that things will go well enough for us.

And again, we have a long time to work things out and make things work, and I've already decided that I won't be a villain. Not ever.

And I'm more than happy to drag Brath up with me.

After all, a single person can have a huge impact on the worlds around them.