A/N: This is late and even more confusing than the first part. And messy. So messy. By the way, f you haven't read panthaleia's time loop theory on tumblr, then you really should.

As soon as Allen felt his body falling asleep, the view had changed. Now he was, once again, sitting on a throne (not chained, he noted) in his own dream. Everything looked the same as the last time he'd been there - at least as far as he could tell, since he didn't manage to peek into the lake to see what was reflected in it.

Remembering all the scattered information he had gained earlier that day, and all the questions he had, Allen grew both anxious and excited. He took a shaky breath, but he just couldn't bring himself to calm down.

"Allen?"

His head snapped up. It was the Noah. He was suddenly standing before Allen, appearing out of the blue. Apparently, he wanted to begin the aforementioned "talk" as soon as possible.

Seeing the Fourteenth in front of him like that, Allen first thought of lashing out, but reconsidered. His mouth formed into a thin line. He was the one who claimed to want to know more about the Noah. The least he could to now was listen to what the bastard had to say.

"Allen," the Noah said again, but this time it wasn't a question. He was wearing a strange, wistful expression. "Do you remember?"

The other frowned, confused. "Nea, right?"

"Yes. That doesn't answer my question," Nea whispered. "Or perhaps," he continued as he looked Allen in the eyes, "it does."

Allen shook his head gently. First the Earl, then possibly Road, now the Fourteenth… the Noah family was finally starting to crack, he thought. Everybody, including his master, expected him to know things, to keep up with these vague conversations, and he was getting sick of it. He was torn between asking questions and ignoring the nasty parasite entirely, but curiosity won in the end.

"Tell me about your plan."

"Yes, that," Nea said, running one hand through his hair. "The plan. The grand scenario. I'd tell you everything if I could, but as Bookman said, Wisely is a pain in the ass."

Allen frowned. Didn't Bookman say something about the Fourteenth being able to fortify his mind? He decided not to bring it up and maybe talk about it later. "Alright, so what exactly is this supposed to be?" he asked. "You want me to willingly give up my body not even knowing why?"

"No, I no longer want your body. Not after finding out Road is in cahoots with Cross."

He felt a flicker of hope. "She can get you your own body?"

"Perhaps," Nea answered hesitantly. "Probably, eventually. She's too weak now, I think. Hard to say with her."

They both kept silent after that for a while. Allen wondered why the Noah wasn't saying something, anything. He did want to ask questions, but seeing as he didn't even know where to begin, he hoped the other would just spit out what he wanted to say. That didn't seem to be the case though. As the silence stretched on, he started feeling angrier and angrier; he was, however, determined to stay calm.

"Allen, you must understand…" Nea said at last, trailing off. "I didn't want this."

"Well, I sure hope so. Using somebody's body like a parasite, a kid no less, ruining their life. I can imagine you didn't plan on this; doesn't exactly make you a good person." And there went Allen's plan on keeping his head cool. At least he didn't punch the man.

"A kid?" Nea repeated with complete disbelief and then laughed bitterly. "Allen, use your fucking head."

Allen stood up, livid. "Excuse me?!" The back of his mind found the sudden mood change in both of them funny.

The other took a step back and held his hands out. "How do you think I passed my will onto you?"

"I'm sorry," Allen said, desperately mourning the loss of being unable to activate Crown Clown in his dreamscape, "is this a conversation about the way you crawled into my body?!"

"No!" Nea let out an exasperated breath. "No, I just want you to think! I died thirty-five years ago, for fuck's sake. Think."

Thirty-five years ago. Oh. Allen stopped advancing and looked at his feet with a frown. He never thought about that. So now he knew what the other wanted him to see, but it didn't explain why it was so vital to the conversation.

"When I said I didn't want this," Nea said, "I meant I was strongly against this. I'm a decent sorcerer, but I would never be able to mess with memories. I wasn't the one who did this, goddamnit."

A whisper. "Was it master?"

"Cross?" Nea laughed again and to his credit, it was only slightly hysteric. "Cross didn't even know you existed! You're ignoring the point!"

"This isn't going anywhere!" Allen cried. "I don't know why you didn't kill me yet, but if you want to talk, at least be clear! Do not speak in this patronizing I-know-something-you-don't tone, because I'm getting sick of it!" He was starting to see what the others were getting at before. Talking to the Fourteenth was like talking to a brick wall.

"Fine! Fine," Nea said and inhaled deeply to calm himself down. "Listen. The idiotic, ever so self-sacrificing dimwit of a sorcerer who caused all this was you. Thirty-five years ago, I knew you, you were my friend, you were the same age as me. Then…" he trailed off. Allen was dead silent. "Then I died and you did this."

He left it at that and didn't elaborate any further. Allen was staring at him as if he'd grown two heads. "I knew you were crazy," he said slowly, "I just didn't know how much."

"Oh, for the love of god!" Nea exclaimed, throwing hands into the air.

"I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm seventeen."

"No, you're not, trust me-..."

"Trust you?!" Allen cut him off. "Give me one reason why!"

Nea continued talking; "...-I don't know what happened either, but it must have something to do with Innocence and Apocryphos." He paused. "I can show you my memories of you."

Allen shook his head. This is ridiculous, he thought. He's lying, of course he's lying. I just don't know what he's trying to accomplish here.

He was ready to actually punch the other man and force himself into control again, but something stopped him. Curiosity again, probably. And the suspicion that his master would not exactly say "good job" to that.

"Alright," Allen said with a shrug. He figured the situation couldn't have gotten any worse than it was. Plus, maybe it was the hysteria talking, but watching the Noah lose his marbles was nothing short of hilarious.

Nea blinked, apparently not quite expecting that. But he nodded, turned around and stepped towards the lake. Allen could finally see under the surface, but there was no Lenalee once again. There wasn't anything.

"I don't want to see it," Nea said when they reached the edge. "Mind going on your own?"

Allen considered it. If it turned out to be something as traumatic as Kanda's memories, he'd rather not let the enemy see him have a breakdown. In the end he shook his head. "It's fine."

Nea shrugged and gestured towards the water. "Suit yourself."

Allen looked into the lake. When he thought about it later, he figured he should have listened to his inner voice that sounded a little too much like Lenalee screaming DO NOT at him.

Alas, he did not, and therefore jumped.

He shouldn't have jumped.

Allen somehow managed to land on his hands in a way it was a wonder he didn't break both of his wrists, even if it was only an illusion. He hissed quietly in pain and looked around.

He was in a small, dimly lit room. There were books and papers scattered everywhere; on the floor, the couch, even the table and two chairs. Behind the table was a window with thick, orange curtains, which, due to the little amount of sunlight they let into the room, coloured the plain white walls red. On one of the chairs sat Nea.

Allen waited for a few seconds, waiting if the other would notice him, but as expected, he gave no indication that he knew somebody else was there.

As Allen stood up and looked him over, he realized that Nea was in a pretty bad shape. A massive black eye, bruised cheek, smaller and bigger cuts all over his face and hands. He was carefully bandaging his neck, which, Allen realized with mild concern and not-so-mild disgust, seemed to be necessary because of a failed attempt at slitting the Noah's throat. It wasn't bleeding too much„ but didn't look pretty either.

The exorcist was about to walk closer, but suddenly the door to his right opened. In the door, there stood a man with a vaguely familiar face, round glasses and long auburn hair.

Nea looked at him with quite possibly the most prominent expression Allen had seen on him so far; shame. "I fucked up."

"I won't say it," the newcomer stated cryptically as he walked in, closing the door behind him.

"You can say it."

"I told you so," the stranger replied without the slightest hint of hesitation and at this point, Allen was frowning deeply. The stranger seemed a bit too familiar to him. It wasn't even the outer appearance, not really, it was the biting tone and crystal clear voice. The one Allen often used when talking with Cross or Kanda, which was creepy, and he was kind of starting to freak out, because-...

Allen's entire thought process stopped in its tracks.

That was supposed to be him?

The older Allen sat on the other chair and took Nea's hands in his. He started massaging small circles in Nea's skin and the smallest cuts started gradually disappearing.

"I don't know what to say, Nea." The Noah's human name rolled off Allen's past self so easily, so familiarly, so fondly, and once again, Allen wanted to throw up. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for not listening to you when you told me that Mana was going crazy," Nea replied, his voice cracking. "I thought that if he was, I would have been able to stop the Noah memory from consuming him. But I was wrong. He's not Mana anymore, and nobody believes me."

The sorcerer let go of the other's hands and frowned. "What about Road?"

"Road loves Mana too much."

There was a silence for a while, during which the current Allen, exorcist Allen, Allen Walker tried to take in all the information he'd be offered. He was over forty years old, he had been Nea's friend, and he'd known Mana and Road. And Mana… went crazy? He had no idea what that was supposed to mean. The Noah memory… was Mana a Noah?

It was his past self who broke the silence. "What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"What?" Nea said with a bitter laugh. Allen was starting to understand why his master was apparently friendly with this person. They were both a bit too bitter to be healthy. "I don't need you to do anything, Allen, lovely. I came to said goodbye."

"Yeah," the other responded with a sarcastic attempt to imitate Nea's laughter. "That's not happening. I'm in this shit with you whether you like it or not, lovely."

Nea shrugged hopelessly. "Why?! Why exactly are in this shit with me? You're neither a Noah nor an exorcist, this isn't your business."

"Because Mana has been my friend for over ten years, you narcissistic fuck!" past Allen snapped. "And I know all of your so-called guarded secrets about this stupid, stupid Holy War, so get off your high horse and, also, why do all of our conversations end like this?!"

"Like what? In screaming matches? Could it be because you..." - Nea gasped dramatically - "...just don't know when to shut up?"

The current Allen was staring with his mouth hanging open. Is this what Nea calls friendship? he thought. So far, it seemed more like a relationship that bordered on reluctant acquaintances and archenemies, not to mention the initial fondness they spoke to each other with, which made this whole thing seem like a bad joke.

"Listen here, Mr Big Shot Sorcerer," Nea continued. "If you love Mana so much, why aren't you on his side like everybody else?"

"I am on his side. You're on his side. You can save him. I want to save him. Let me help."

Nea rolled his eyes. Whether it was Allen Walker or his past self, they both seemed baffled by the Noah's need to push him (them?) away. "Do whatever you want. We're up against thirteen Satan's offsprings, it's just a matter of waiting for death."

The sorcerer smirked and the memory started to get darker and more blurry. "If you don't think I can handle thirteen Satan's offsprings, then perhaps you do not deserve my help. Give me a minute to pack and we're out of here," was the last thing Allen heard before he was devoured my darkness, and this time, he welcomed it.

Unfortunately, Allen's fate wasn't to finally fall asleep properly, rest and dream about nothing. No, he was destined to once again find himself in front of the Noah, crawling out of the lake.

He took three seconds to compose himself and then stood up. After everything he'd seen, only one question came to him.

"Who's Mana?"

Nea averted his gaze and cleared his throat. "My brother, yes."

"Your brother," Allen repeated slowly. "Your brother, Mana, the Noah."

"I've seen some things that happened to you via Tim. Your adoptive father, Mana, was not a Noah. I'm pretty sure."

"You're," he whispered lowly, "pretty sure?"

Nea looked at him with a sheepish expression.

Accepting he wouldn't get anything more out of the other, Allen changed the subject. "If you thought I would give my body up after finding out I was on your side before, you were very mistaken. I'm not that person anymore."

"I know," Nea said quickly. "I know you aren't. I get it. I didn't even plan on telling you that, really. That was just a bonus or something."

A bonus? Allen could feel his eye twitching. This guy has an amazing ability to piss people off. Kind of like Kanda, except Kanda does it on purpose.

"Anyway, anyway," the Noah continued, "the plan. Yes. I plan on destroying both Dark Matter and Innocence. There it is."

"Why not just destroy Dark Matter? If you really want the current Earl to die that much," Allen said. Then he added: "Actually, didn't you say you wanted to become the Earl yourself?"

"Aha! That's how you destroy Dark Matter."

"By… becoming the Earl….?"

"By killing the Earl. And by Earl I mean me. And current Earl too."

Allen stared at him. "You're not making any sense whatsoever."

Nea shrugged hopelessly. "Just trust me on this, okay? We can tell you the details later, but now you know what my goal is. To answer your other question; I do not want the current Earl to die that much. I want to end this war."

"The Order wants to end this war."

"No, Allen, the Order wants to win it. There's a difference:"

"Is there?" Allen asked with a sigh. "Alright, what terrible thing will happen if the Innocence wins?"

Nea kept silent for a while. He had a thoughtful expression on his face. "I think I can tell you some things," he said eventually. "Since the Earl knows already and all. Plus I think I can whip up a few spells on your body to keep most of the information away from Wisely." There it was. Maybe Nea wasn't powerful enough to block Wisely out completely and that was why he hadn't elaborated earlier. Maybe he didn't know what the Earl knew and needed to tread carefully. " Anyway, to put it shortly, this world is stuck in a time loop. It resets every time one side annihilates the other."

At this point, Allen was ready to go with whatever the other said for now and think about properly later. "What time does it reset to?" he asked.

"The Great Flood, of course."

"Of course."

Some more silence followed. Allen was waiting for more information to sink in. Fruitlessly.

"I'm an exorcist," he stated at last. That, at least, he was sure of. "But if, and that's a big if, what you say is true then… I get it. But I can't help you."

Nea smiled sadly. "Cross is an exorcist."

Allen ignored that statement. He needed to ask a question that had been bothering him. "Would achieving your goal kill the exorcists?"

"I don't think so. It will just cause the Innocence disappear." The Fourteenth hesitated. "The Noah are more problematic… if the Earl's entire Noah memory dies, so will they. I think."

Allen shook his head. "Still, this is so sudden… why haven't you told any of this to the Order? They could have-... we could have helped you."

"You and your friends, I believe. But the Vatican itself? There's no way they would willingly give up something as powerful as Innocence." Nea said and then straightened up. "So, what will you do? Cross may not want for you to die, neither do I for that matter, but we will sacrifice you if that's what it takes."

"So I don't have a choice."

"You do," he said firmly. "That's what I've been telling you. You can decide what to do next. Cross wanted to show you every side of this war - the Order's, as an exorcist; the Noah's, as somebody who was perceived as such; and ours, by being my host. You don't have to choose one right now, just do what you think is right."

Up until then, Allen was looking at the other with distrust and dislike, but something inside him snapped at that moment He didn't miraculously start to like Nea, no - but he felt an emotion that could be described as respect, and perhaps gratitude. Allen wasn't very good at reading inbetween the lines, but this time, he understood: he'd been handed a way out. Stand by me until you're free, Nea's speech meant. Then fight for whoever you want.

To be honest, it was more than Allen could have hoped for. To be even more honest, he really did understand what the other was getting at. A world without the Holy War, without the Noah and the Akuma, without the Order and their cruel experiments. He understood, but it was difficult, deciding between a tempting view of the future and something you've believed in your whole life. Even for that, however, he had an out. You don't have to choose a side right now.

He made his decision. "I'll fight for you," he said. "Not because I'd die otherwise, not because I apparently used to be your friend. I'll fight for you, because I decided to trust you, and if you don't break that trust, I'll help with whatever you need me to."

Nea looked at him with visible gratitude.

Allen suddenly realized his master's obstinacy to aid the Fourteenth. Nea wasn't likeable - gosh, not at all - but he did give off some serious "needs-to-be-protected" vibes. Like a puppy. Or Miranda. Allen had to take a deep breath to keep his mouth from twitching after comparing the nicest person ever to a bloodthirsty Noah. Who was clumsy and tripped over his own words. Perhaps there really was something there.

"What now?" Allen asked at last.

"Now we go save your friend and see if he joins us. Then we must find a way to kill the Earl and then find the Heart and destroy it."

"Tough," Allen commented.

Nea laughed breathlessly. "Yeah. But now I've got hope. I have a good feeling about this."

Allen smiled at him for the first time and extended his hand. "Let's go together then." Since they would apparently be sharing his body for some time, he figured the least he could do was be nice.

"Let's," the Fourteenth agreed and grabbed the offered hand.

The following morning was a blur. After only a few minutes of actual sleep, Allen woke up and grudgingly let himself be navigated by Nea into the kitchen. Secretly, he was kind of glad for his new own navigating device the Noah turned out to be. Not that he'd ever say it out loud.

Still half asleep, he was partially regretting the previous day. It had all been both physically and emotionally exhausting, and he only now realized he might have acted less like who he wanted to be, by which he meant Mana, and more like his past self, by which he meant Red. And the other Allen as well, he supposed. He figured people could cut him some slack though, considering.

Allen sighed loudly and walked into the dining room.

Cross and Link were already there. They murmured a weak "good morning" and Allen hummed in response. None of them looked like they had gotten much sleep.

The following conversation was short and the silence strangely peaceful. Cross asked about Nea, of course, and Allen told him a brief overview. His master seemed satisfied enough, and laughed obnoxiously when asked if Nea had always been so awkward. Link was quiet, but the relief on his face was obvious. Allen jokingly questioned about Lucia's infatuation with the young inspector, and Link blushed slightly and complained about how she'd been following him all the time the previous day.

After Allen wolfed down an even bigger amount of what he usually ate, Katerina came in, stating that Bookman wanted to talk to everybody upstairs.

As they walked, Nea spoke for the first time since he helped Allen find his beloved food; he complained about Bookman being too old to be of any help.

"You're mean," Allen responded out loud. The others looked at him questioningly. "Nea," he continued, ignoring the Noah's offended gasp, "he's being rude."

"He's always mean and rude," Cross said. "But no worries, I'm worse."

Allen glared at him. "Trust me, I know."

They reached the Bookman's room in relative silence. It turned out that they had been the last to arrive. Road and Lucia were already there.

Allen's eyes fell on Road, standing by the window, staring at Bookman with narrowed eyes and a sweet smile. Which, Allen knew, was anything but reassuring. He only now remembered the fact that he apparently used to know her too, in his past life. It was a strange thought - Road loving Mana. By the vague explanation he received from Nea, Allen figured out that his adoptive father was perhaps a different person that Nea's brother.

Allen was, however, one hundred percent sure Nea wasn't telling him everything about Mana. He would definitely have to ask one day.

"Allen?"

He cringed upon hearing his master's voice. Looking around the room, he figured that was not the first time they called his name. He still needed that proper sleep.

"Sorry," he muttered after clearing his throat.

Cross rolled his eyes. He was used to his apprentice's daydreaming. And after all the work he put into breaking that habit. He said: "Can you put Nea on the line?"

Really? Is that how this thing is gonna work now? Allen thought, but before he could put it into words that were a little less bitchy (yes, Cross had used that exact expression before), he was overtaken by a familiar nausea.

"It is I," his mouth said and he himself groaned internally.

"I see you have finally awaken that particular part of your Noah genes that makes you persuasive," Bookman commented dryly.

"Haha, no," Nea responded with as much enthusiasm as the other had. Allen was certain that they were talking about him. He started wondering if he had given into Nea's proposal too easily.

"Great, now that we're all reunited," Cross said, pleased. "What's the plan?"

Everybody looked at Allen. Nea. Neither of which were exactly comfortable with that." Well, I kind of promised Allen we'd save Bookman Junior?"

"I would have guilt tripped you into doing that anyway, but go on," Bookman remarked.

Nea was looking at him questioningly. Apparently, he had nothing else to say. Cross was glaring at him, so he continued: "I've been dead for the past few decades, what plan am I supposed to have?"

"You need the Heart, right?" Road asked, crossing her arms. "We should split into groups. One to find out where the Heart is, and the other to keep an eye on the Noah."

"You know, how about first you give me my own body?"

"How about first you appreciate that I'm helping you at all?"

Katerina sighed loudly, causing Nea to avert his gaze to his feet and Road to pout childishly. Allen had to admire Katerina. One of her sons came back from death and she seemed less fazed than she should. Then again, she must have seen enough crazy things before. She's crazy herself, really, naming trees and all, he thought.

"Normal people name trees, okay?" Nea said begrudgingly.

Oh, great, you can hear me. It was a talking tree, so I guess it's fine, Allen thought, referring to Cornelia's miraculous advice on how to escape Nea's mindscape.

"That was me," the Noah remarked, ignoring the stares the others were giving him (they were no longer surprised, just curious). "Wait a second. You seriously thought I was a tree?

B-but the voice! It echoed all over, how could I have known? Allen sure was glad for not being in control of the body at the moment. He would be blushing bright red. Shut up!

Nea didn't laugh, but he did smile slightly, which was enough to make Allen feel mortified (he could see himself and Nea a year from now; "Remember the time you thought I was a tree?")

That was when he decided to call the other nothing else than Cornelia for the rest of their lives. If Kanda could give awful nicknames to him, he could give them to a crazy Noah.

"If we're done talking about trees," Bookman spoke out, "I have something to say. We need more allies."

"Whoa, there," Nea said with a wave of his hand. "I think what we have right now is more than enough."

"Nea, my man," Cross said, "this is what's become of your little rebel group; a useless ex-exorcist with trust issues, a fifty years old powerful violent little girl, two old people on their deathbeds, a faithful dog of a manipulative abuser, your former best friend whose body you're currently occupying and also, last but not least, you, an emotionally constipated Noah with an astonishing ability to fuck up everything you touch."

Nea stared at him for a moment (everybody did). "That was oddly specific."

"And factual," Road added. She was the only one who seemed pleased with her description.

"When you put it like that, it is kind of sad," Nea admitted.

"Sad?" Cross repeated. "Sad? Nea, this is taking 'being pathetic' to a whole new level."

Allen couldn't help but wonder what the situation had been like 35 years ago. The current conversation made it seem like things had been better before. He decided to ask: Who was on your side before?

"Well, you, Cross and Bookman. You yourself were better than an army of Noah."

And I'm not anymore, he finished bitterly. He didn't want his "old life" back. He liked this one. He liked being an exorcist. But he did feel strangely nostalgic about his past self, and whatever powers he used to have.

Nea didn't respond and instead turned to Bookman. "Okay, allies, any suggestions?"

Wait, wait, I got something, Allen said quickly. There's this exorcist who hates the Order, but he still works for it. If I contact him and explain things, I think he'd help.

"Is it Yuu Kanda?" Bookman asked thoughtfully after Nea informed the others of what Allen had said.

Allen/Nea nodded.

"Well, it's a start," the old man continued with a shrug.

Allen smiled internally. If he could get Kanda to help, then perhaps Lenalee would join their cause too. His smile fell quickly. Since when was this "their cause"? Maybe it was the unlikely collection of people standing before him - they gave him a feeling of hope, somehow. Plotting against both sides of the war was tempting. No matter how tempting though, he could never forget his friends back at the Order. All of them fighting for the same thing was a nice dream, but Allen suspected it wouldn't become a reality. He'd have to choose sooner and later.

He was feeling emotional, confused and very, very tired, and so he decided for "later".

Hey, Allen, I've got something to tell you.

Allen cringed and mentally rebuked himself for getting lost in his thoughts. They were just about to carry out "project Lavi" by luring out Wisely, and all that was left to do was wait for Cross's signal. And he was taking his sweet time doing so.

"What is it, Cornelia?" Allen whispered and wrapped himself tighter in his coat. It was a cold night. Also, yes, the nickname stuck.

I didn't really expect you to help us.

"Trust me, neither did I," he said with a low chuckle. "Do you have a point?"

I think so, Nea answered. I mean, it would be easier if you had just given me the body. You're not exactly an important person for our plans...

"Gee, thanks."

I didn't mean it badly, honestly! I'm… trying to say that… it's appreciated.

Allen laughed shortly. "Why can't you say 'thank you' like normal people?"

Nea kept silent for a while. Then he groaned: Alright, fine! I admit I'm not exactly the most articulate person alive and I do regret-...

"Nea!"

Okay, yeah, I'm sorry!

"No problem!"

Thank you!

"You're welcome!"

Nea kept silent after that and Allen shook his head with an amused snort. He was feeling relatively happy at that moment. He and Nea were getting along better than expected, even though Nea still refused to tell him stuff about Mana. And he was about to see Lavi again. Lavi, who was an actual friend, who wasn't a part of the Campbells' schemes, who he could talk to.

It would be dangerous, of course. Their plan to break into the enemy's hideout, no matter how helpful Road could be, was nothing short of crazy - but it was still Allen's own goal, not Nea's or anybody else's, which made him determined to give it his all.

Maybe he was an optimist, but he had a feeling it would all work out somehow. It had to work out - he kept his promise after all. Mana had said to keep walking forward; he didn't specify in which direction. Neither did Allen's master for that matter. He was glad for that. He was probably still being manipulated, whether by Cross, Nea, or Lvellie, but now he was in a perfect position to screw up anything Nea did, if he wanted. That made him feel more in control than he'd been for the past few months, since the whole Ark situation.

Allen's mouth stretched into a smile just as the wind carried over Maria's cry. The signal. He jumped up and ran forward, perhaps not in the right direction, but one he believed in.

A/N: Happy end? I don't even know. It's kind of half-assed, but, you know. Sorry for being Confusing and Late, and thanks for reading, reviewing, faving and following!