Last chapter! Thanks to everyone for sticking with me for so long! And I apologize for the shitty chapters as of late. It's just been hard to write lately, as in I can feel this story slipping from my mind. Sorry, sorry, time for a conclusion.

"So, how's therapy been?" Allelujah asked tentatively.

Lyle laughed.

"Don't worry, we're both doing fine! Right, Tieria?"

Tieria nodded, then winced and stretched his arm out carefully.

"The therapist says our progress has been good, and my arm will get better soon. The muscle wasn't cut too deeply."

Allelujah sighed and looked out the window absentmindedly.

"Setsuna's still holed up in your guys' room, isn't he, Tieria?"

Tieria frowned and sat down in by Allelujah. He tapped his fingers idly on the glass countertop on the lunch table.

"He'll be fine, give him some credit. He's tougher than all of us put together."

"Let me guess, he'll need another prescription soon?"

"Sumeragi's sending one over in a week."

Lyle also picked a seat near them.

"Why can't we help him?"

Tieria took off his glasses and rested his eyes.

"Because we aren't him."

He put an arm over his eyes and tried to not let the tears show.

School, food, homework, sleeping- everything blurred into one big mess in his mind. The monotonous actions of school and everyday life shielded him from the full brunt of the psychological damage. Tieria, Lyle, and Allelujah were also all there for him, but for some reason, he couldn't look at them in the eye. There was guilt creeping into his mind. He should've protected them better. He shouldn't have made them go through all of that.

At the same time, he knew that there was no point in blaming himself. Conflict swirled in his psych and he wanted it to stop.

"Setsuna?"

Setsuna stopped moping around.

"Tieria? Oh, everyone."

They plopped onto the couch beside him.

"How come you won't go to therapy?"

Setsuna shook his head.

"I don't want to. Too much explaining."

So, he didn't want to just spill everything to a random stranger. Tieria sighed and leaned against Setsuna.

"You've been acting so down lately. We've all gotten worried. Are you feeling better?"

"I'm okay. Say, everyone, do you… think I… never mind."

"You were amazing."

Setsuna looked towards Lyle.

"You just dealt with all the shit that happened and saved our asses."

"You're too hard on yourself," Allelujah added.

Setsuna sighed.

"I think I can… relax a bit now."

"Are the nightmares getting better?"

Setsuna mulled over Allelujah's question.

"They're going to."

"That's good."

Allelujah yelled and shot up.

"We're all sighing and this is too depressing! Let's go do something!"

"But what?" Tieria exclaimed, "you want us to all just go downtown and run around like idiots?"

"Let's do that!" Lyle shouted.

Setsuna looked around, confused by the sudden flurry of action. Tieria and Lyle both jumped off the couch and he glanced between them both, confused.

Tieria extended a hand towards him.

"Don't worry; it's just a spur of the moment thing."

Setsuna looked at the scene stretched before him like some kind of exquisite painting. He wanted this image imprinted on his mind forever. Even if he went blind he would never forget this moment in all its glory. Tieria smiled.

"We'll always be there for you."

Those words haunted him and comforted him. He looked at his hands that were once against callused by war. Ali screamed invectives at his new batch of troops. He had been a special case; plucked right from his life back into the blood of war. Really, he had volunteered. It was in order to help Ms. Sumeragi expose the child soldiers being used in this horrible civil war. His friends and Feldt were waiting for him back at school. Ms. Sumeragi had arranged this intensive studying course after he came back so he wouldn't lag behind everyone. She had been crying as he left.

Tieria, Allelujah, Lyle, Feldt, do you all hate me for this? He thought. He dispelled the useless thoughts. He'd ask them himself when he was back .How soft it had been of him to reminisce over all that had happened when he first met them.

Only three more months left. Then, he could see everyone again…

He needed to make sure he survived these last few months.

"Oi, this is yours."

The other boy shoved a package into his arms. It was a bomb.

Forgive me, he whispered in his mind. It was a silent apology to everyone, just in case he didn't get out of this alive.

And that is our conclusion! Sorry, about the last part. If it makes you feel any better, I imagine him surviving, but, who knows? Thank you so much for dealing with me over the course of this no doubt infuriating story. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT! I just can't stress my thanks enough.

I feel sort of sad my first multi-chapter fanfic has now ended…