A/N: Well. Not much to say at this point. This is the final chapter, folks. Thank you for sticking with it this far, and here's hoping this last bit has been worth the wait. It saddens me to know that by the time you've scrolled down to the bottom of this page, AWCMH will be finished for good. Nonetheless, let's go out with a bang! Know that I mean it when I say...enjoy.

Angels Will Carry Me Home

Chapter Twenty:

Requiescat In Pace

Only some things are certain in life. I've learned that in the hardest of ways.

I've learned of love, and I've learned of evil. I've had the misfortune of carrying a part of that within me. Death is only the beginning, so I am not afraid of dying. I've managed to rid the world of something so purely evil, that I cannot say that it has been in vain.

My only regret...

I couldn't save two beautiful souls from the hands of my half brother.

I'm not sure what I expected to find once this body had run its course, once the cells of the alien calamity inside of me withered away. I can feel them fighting it, fighting what is inevitable. The human part of me has always refused them, and maybe that part has always been good. The Jenova cells may have played me for a host, but it has been them that have needed me alive in order to thrive. As my heart begins to give out, they flounder and struggle. They die out, slowly, my own body taking them down with it. They scream and writhe and fade away into nothingness, just as I am.

I'm floating in a sea of it.

Heaven?

Hell?

What's the difference?

I've lived through them both.

Hell has been the curse I've tried running from. Hell is watching everyone I've learned to love, disappear from my life way too soon. It was in the way my mother would never ever wake, in the way Sephiroth mutilated Cloud's body, in the way the Don had raped my blind sister, twice. Hell was not being able to do anything for them, always too late. It was having no control over the darkness that I was forced to carry. My guilt, my sins...

But heaven. I have known it, too. It's in Elmyra's gentle caress, as she soothed and mended a broken child, putting her back together at any cost. It's in the depth of Cloud's eyes, in Zack's twinkling grin. It's in Aerith's voice, gentle and loving and beautiful. It's in the palm of her hands, in her fingertips, as their warmth radiates through the cool and clammy skin of my forehead.

"She's going to be all right."

It's an echo, a faded sound lingering in the emptiness I float on through. A reminder that not all has been lost.

"It's amazing she has even survived this. Hypovolemic shock from severe blood loss is fatal, and not something anyone can recover from quite so easily. Your timing, Ms. Gainsborough, was impeccable."

I don't know that voice.

I can't put a face to it, no matter how hard I try. My mind is paralyzed, suspended.

"I can hardly take any credit for that. But the blood, that's definitely mine..," a pause, "...She's such a handful..."

Fingers dance across my bangs, brushing them to the side, and I try to focus on the feeling, clinging with a maddened desperation.

"She needs to rest, is all. Her wounds are no longer life threatening. I've also left some notes with your mother. However, please, don't hesitate to call me if anything new should arise. Now, I do believe that I have some other patients that need tending to. Excuse me."

Footsteps echoing.

The faint smell of Aerith's perfume tinkles my senses, and I know she's close by.

Her hand is still on my skin, still healing.

I muster a final thought, a small smile before I let go.

Heaven.

-.-

I slip in and out of dreams, nightmares, before I can finally open my eyes. The nightmares are bad, awful. Memories of the night I killed Hojo, of how he beat and bloodied my mother. My body turning into a monstrosity I have no control over, the Jenova cells infused within me merging with my own, corrupting as they move along. I scream and scream, but the effort is futile and they mock me with malicious smiles. Then, there's Sephiroth. My brother, his eyes flashing unnaturally. He offers me a gloved hand, and down the rabbit hole I go again. He cuts into Cloud while I watch, and only when it's nearly over do I realize that it is my hands coated in his blood.

The other dreams are good to me, though. I dream of Aerith, of Elmyra. Sometimes, I spend time with my mother and my father, although they remain faceless. I can no longer tell what is memory and what is only a hopeful thought. But mostly, I find that I dream of Cloud...

Only, his body is healed, and perfect, and he is...happy. He smiles, a smile that reaches his eyes. There's a childish youth, untouched and undisturbed when he sits next to me. A field of flowers, endless, and his hand grazes mine. The sky matches the colour of his eyes, and I can barely tell which is more beautiful. My skin glows, feels warm, and it could be the sun, or it could simply be the way he's making me feel. Seeing him happy, safe, alive...

It's enough to make my face wet with tears.

My eyes shot open, my heart jumping within my ribcage. I felt the room spin around me while I tried to gather my bearings.

I was in my bed, in my room. My body was sore, and the pain throbbed to life with a vengeance. I tried to sit up, working through the insurmountable ache in my bones. The room was quiet, empty. The curtains had been drawn back, allowing some sunlight to filter through. I was covered in a cold sweat, and, in an effort to be sure I was alive, I touched my face. I felt my own skin, smooth and wet with tears and sweat. The more time that passed, the more I became responsive to my body. There was an itch on the front of my hand where a bandage covered the wound from an IV line. My breathing was normal, my head pulsed. I looked under the sheets to notice that I was wearing one of Aerith's simple and loose night dresses. My pale skin was marked with healing bruises and cuts. There was a bandage on my head, and I hissed in pain when I touched the bump beneath it. The split on my lip hurt when I moved my mouth.

I turned to attention when the door to my room creaked open, slowly. Sister Elmyra's eyes were downcast as she entered, focusing on the items in her arms. I didn't miss the white gauze still around a single hand, knowing that her fingers were still gone. She carried a large, silver bowl of water, and a white fluffy towel against her as she closed the door behind her.

She turned, looked up, and stood frozen to the spot, watching me with shock and wonder. Her mouth opened when she realized that I was awake.

"Oh...," was all she managed to whisper.

She settled the things on the table next to me, and fell to my side, her good hand brought to her quivering lips, and watering eyes.

"Oh, thank goodness...," she whispered, bringing her hand towards me in a hesitant gesture.

She stroked my hair lovingly, and then gripped me by the shoulders, and pulled me into a tight embrace. I felt her shoulders shake against me, and knew she was sobbing. I was surprised by my own eyes burning with unshed tears as she held me, and brushed my hair with the fingers she still had. She kissed the top of my forehead, drawing in a nervous breath as she did so. When she pulled back, she searched my face with a smile. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. I returned her smile, even though it stung my injured lip.

She turned her attention to the things she'd brought in, and drenched the towel with some water. She then dabbed at my sweat ridden face.

Guilt washed over me for causing her to suffer so much. I had been such a blight on her existence ever since I'd come into her life. They'd burned down her home, killed her sisters, mutilated her, raped her daughter, and it was all because of me. Nonetheless, when Aerith had brought me home, like the lost stray that I had been, she'd taken me under her wing. She'd never faltered, not once. Didn't dare buck under the pressure, never cast me out even when it would have been easier thing to do. Then, when she'd discovered the monster within me, she'd assured me that she knew different, that her God had a plan for me.

You won't become like him...she'd told me.

She didn't believe I was like Sephiroth, didn't think for a minute that Hojo had turned me into something horrible. A failed experiment, sure, but Elmyra never saw me like what everyone else did... a lost cause.

With downcast eyes, I whispered, "I'm sorry..."

And I meant it, more than anything. I wanted to take away her suffering, make it better. I wanted to heal her wounds, like she'd healed mine. But my hands only spoke of destruction.

She gripped my chin, forced me to look at her through blurry eyes.

"There's nothing for you to apologize for, so don't you dare," she demanded, still smiling a smile of relief.

She stroked my cheek with the pad of her thumb, and said, "I'm just...so glad you're safe..."

"I shouldn't be...," I admitted.

Sister Elmyra shook her head. "If you think so little of yourself, then they have accomplished what they sought, after all. Needless to say, that is where you're completely wrong."

I stared at her, puzzled by her words.

"You have no idea, do you? The magnitude of what you've done?" Sister Elmyra probed, disbelieving.

I stared at my lap, unsure of how to respond.

"Your life is invaluable, Tifa. You saved Aerith...You brought forth the end of a tyrant, and no one has to lose a daughter to that vile man anymore...And the things you've done for those boys. One could say it was a miracle, how they've pulled through. But I know better; I know it has everything to do with you," she professed.

My head shot up, my eyes widened, my heart raced.

They were alive.

Cloud and Zack were alive.

The thought of it sent my body into a fit of excitement, of hope, and gratefulness, and love. I was going to explode with emotion.

"They're...they're alive? They aren't dead? Cloud and Zack, they're okay?!" I cried, barely able to contain myself at the news.

My heart swelled when Elmyra nodded at me, smiling.

"Recovering from their wounds, but alive they are," she explained.

I was nearly choking on the tears, caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to sob uncontrollably. I settled for embracing Sister Elmyra again, shuddering against her.

"I thought...but Sephiroth had done so much damage, and I was so late...too late. How?" I asked, fearing that I was dreaming yet again.

"Aerith..." was all Elmyra whispered against my hair.

I laughed in between fits of tears, a complete mess.

"Of course, she couldn't just let it go, could she?" I asked.

Sister Elmyra also let out a little chuckle, "I suppose she couldn't. You know your sister; stubborn like a mule. She threw quite the little hissy fit at the hospital. The man that had been with her, oh you should have seen his face, Tifa. I do believe he had been on the verge of tearing out his hair in agony and frustration. So, Aerith had forced him to call up his boss, and somehow, that sneaky child threatened to call the media, to expose Sephiroth for the monster that he was, unless he was stopped, and you three were rescued. I'm still not quite sure as to how she managed it, maybe you can weasel it out of her, but managed it she did."

"Glory hog," I mused, enjoying a laugh at Aerith's expense.

It didn't surprise me, not even in the slightest. She had known I was walking into my own death, and the woman just couldn't let it slide, not if she could help it. Three times. Three times she'd saved my life. At this rate, she was gearing past sainthood, and heading towards guardian angel status.

"I need to see them," I stated, realizing that I missed them all so fiercely.

Sister Elmyra smiled. "Normally, mother hen would forbid you to move in this condition. But, I do think you've earned it. And somehow, I think they'd all benefit from knowing that you're awake."

Like a child on Christmas morning, I scrambled out of my bed, kicking at the sheets, as if they had constricted me. Not even the pain was going to hinder my actions. I stood up, put on a pair of slippers, and dashed for the door. But before I left, I paused, and turned to acknowledge Elmyra. She was still smiling in my direction, looking happier than she'd been in so long. But most importantly, she carried a sense of pride in her expression.

She was proud of me.

I wasn't all too sure as to why, but I figured it warranted gratitude. I hobbled back, and placed a tender kiss on her soft cheek.

"Thank you...," I whispered.

With that, I moved as fast as I could, making for Aerith's quarters first and foremost.

I owed her my life, after all.

I barged in, didn't bother to knock. She'd looked up from her desk, shocked by the sudden intrusion. I didn't need to speak, didn't need to let her know it was me. She already knew. I grinned and she stood up, staring at me. A wide smile graced her lips, and she was on me in moments.

We hugged, and I pretended that it didn't hurt when she squeezed so tightly.

When we parted, she said, "You're a vampire, Tifa Lockhart. You'd sucked all the blood from me, and still wouldn't wake up. I was beginning to think I'd have to drain myself to revive you."

I shrugged, "Robot or vampire, Aerith? You've got to start making some sort of distinction."

She was still smiling playfully, giddily, excitement lighting up her eyes. "Can't be a robot, seeing as how you've had sex. So scrap that theory. But vampire is definitely a possibility now."

"Well, you're the one playing hero, missy. Saving everyone's life from the brink of death? All you need now is a false persona, and you could pretty much have a whole comic book dedicated to you," I joked.

She placed her finger on her chin, as if to be in deep thought. "Hmmm. Mysterious blind girl by day, famous tough as nails heroine by night? I think I could get used to that."

"The Last Cetra, Protector of Planet Earth. Catchy, no?" I asked, referencing the ancient, legendary peoples that had once saved the world.

"Oh, Tifa," she chided.

Then, more sincerely, "There isn't a thing in this world I wouldn't try if it meant saving you..."

"I know..." I whispered in response.

"Having a temper tantrum in the hospital and driving Reno crazy? I'd say you've done everything," I said, trying to keep the situation light hearted.

"Hah. Right. I took pleasure in that, believe you me," she commented.

She took in a deep breath then, mustered up a smile, and said, "Now, I do believe you have your two charges to visit. Although they've been expelled from the program, as have you."

"Expelled?" I gasped.

Aerith nodded. "What did you expect? After the catastrophe that happened when the Don's men kidnapped me and tormented a sister because of them, they are considered too high risk to keep. The safety of the majority is most important, after all..."

I smiled when I realized something from the tone in Aerith's voice. "You fought it, didn't you? Tried to keep me and the boys here..."

Aerith rolled her eyes. "Tooth and nail. Not that it did much for you. I even threw in God a few times for good measure. Bastards are so untouchable...," she growled.

"It's okay," I reassured her.

She sighed. "I figured you'd be alright with this. Nonetheless, you're still allowed to stay in the Church. Zack and Cloud being your charges to watch over was your only fault in the fiasco. And get this, you won't believe who showed up to defend your position here..."

I quirked up an eyebrow, and folded my arms over my chest, while Aerith just grinned excitedly.

"Scarlett and her crew! To think, punching that girl was all it took to set her straight! Would have done it a long time ago if I knew. Actually, she seemed to have been inspired by your rescue effort, and maybe she was just returning the favor for you saving her own skin from the Don. Seems even she was terrified of the man. Not to mention, the men who had gang raped Cissnei, seem to have ties to him. What you did...had a chain effect, Tifa," Aerith explained.

She leaned in close, and whispered, "Killing him has no doubt made you enemies, but it's also won you respect...from a lot of people."

I didn't know if it was necessarily a good thing. I still had blood on my hands. Just another burden to carry, another dream to haunt me.

Aerith waved her hand in dismissal. "Enough of that. Go visit the boys. I'm sure they'll be wanting to see that you're alive after all."

I left Aerith alone. She had an upcoming schedule with Scarlett and her friends. The woman had brought more of them along with her. Apparently, Aerith's situation with the Don had gotten the women to open up, and earned her a spot of respect. No longer was she deemed an outsider; as far as they were concerned, she was one of them, now.

I left to visit Cloud, but ran into Zack on the way instead. Turning the corner, I'd bumped right smack into his chest, but he'd grabbed me by the arm before I lost my balance.

"Tifa?" He echoed, stunned.

I looked up at him, and smiled. He didn't look so great. His head wound had most of his head wrapped up in gauze, and there were cuts and scratches on his face that hadn't been there before. He was also walking around with a pair of wooden crutches, and underneath his unbuttoned shirt, there was a massive chest bandage around his ribcage. It broke my heart to see him in such a way, knowing that it had been my brother's doing. At the same time, I had thought him dead and gone, yet here he was.

I wanted to reach up and hug him. To kiss him all over his face. Instead, I brushed my hair behind my ear, not really knowing what to do. Touching him could hurt him, and I didn't want to cause him any more pain than he was already in.

"You're alive...," he cooed.

"Same to you...," I replied.

"Yeah well, I guess I owe that to your sister. She bargained for our lives, even when she didn't have to...," a beat, "...and you," he added.

I looked up, surprised. He smiled genuinely, no hint of mischief or double meanings.

"Me?" I asked.

He nodded, the movement making him wince. "You came back for us. You had gotten what you came for, but you came back, anyways. I don't think...I don't think anyone would ever...I mean, who cares about a few prostitutes? But you...you almost died...," he confessed.

"It wouldn't have been worth it. Losing you. Not for us, anyways. I still don't know how you pulled it off. Sephiroth had never been defeated, by anyone. But, you killed him, with his own sword," he told me, as if I hadn't realized this truth already.

"Are you scared of me, now?" I fidgeted my feet on the ground, feeling suddenly uncomfortable and under scrutiny.

"I...a little, I guess. I mean, Sephiroth was scary, and you defeated him. That's a little scary, isn't it? But you did it to save us. Which is amazing. I guess, what I'm saying is...I'm confused. I need some time to...process it all." His expression was honest.

I nodded my head, understanding. "Of course, that's fair."

It hurt me to hear it, and I tried not to show it, but I could understand Zack's apprehension.

Not wanting to stand in his presence anymore, I knew I had to get away before the waterworks would start. Not looking up at him, I said," I should really...go and see Cloud. Make sure he's doing okay."

Before he could stop me, I walked past him and didn't look back. He didn't say anything more, but I could feel his eyes boring into me as I walked away.

I found Cloud alone in the sleeping quarters. He was shirtless, and tending to his many, many wounds. The blood had been cleaned off, but the disastrous mess that Sephiroth had created was still very much there. Scars, they would all turn into scars, forever reminding him of the horrors of that night. He became aware of my presence when the door creaked open. He looked up at me, and as usual, his expression was difficult to read.

I tucked my hands behind my back, and tried to smile, unable to look at the many opened patches of skin on his torso.

"Sleeping beauty has decided to grace me with her presence," he commented, taking in my raggedy appearance.

I tried not to blush at the comment. Instead, I took a seat on the bed, right next to Cloud. I watched the bowl of water he had before him, still swirling with his blood.

"Let me help you," I instructed, taking the towel out of his reluctant grip.

I dipped it in the water, squeezed, and then set to work on cleaning the remainder of his wounds. I was careful, pressing gently. He still shuddered, still winced at the contact. He even hissed in pain when I touched on a sensitive spot.

"You don't have to do this," he said.

"I want to," I put quite simply.

"Tifa...," he whispered my name, his fingers brushing my bare arm.

I looked up at him, waiting.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I think you've done enough."

I drenched the towel again, cleansing my hands of the crimson stains in the pool of water as well. Without really thinking, I voiced my thoughts. "I sent you to your grave, Cloud. I sent you to meet your end, and you knew it. Knew it all along, but still you went. You went, understanding that I...that Zack and I weren't ever going to get there in time...But you went..."

He didn't say anything.

The silence was heavy between us, not even disturbed by the sound of the water dripping down my arms.

I looked up at him, accusingly. "Why did you do that? Why would you willing do something like that?"

He stared at me, watched the anger flicker on my face. Still, I couldn't tell what he was thinking, or what he was feeling.

"It was what needed to be done," he explained.

His answer wasn't good enough.

I shook my head. "No. Sacrificing yourself was never the right thing to do."

He gripped my arm tightly, and leaned in close to me.

"Saving your sister was the right thing to do. Helping you...that had its own worth, too," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

"He was going to kill you," I stated.

"But he didn't, did he? And that's because of you. Damn it Tifa, you have got to stop beating yourself up like this! First, you let people walk all over you, then you finally do something right, and you still feel worthless and undeserving of it! Why can't you just be grateful? Why can't you just understand that people love you, and want you in their lives, and that they don't care about whatever past it is you've got?!"

He gripped me by the shoulders, searched my eyes, and left me speechless with his sharp tongue.

"Stand up," he instructed.

I stared, still lost, still suffering from the afterglow of his words, and what they betrayed.

He stood up then, and pulled me up roughly to my feet. He started to drag me towards the lone mirror in the room, his grip on my arm strong enough to hurt. He stopped me in front of it, and took his spot behind me.

"What is it you see right now?" He asked me.

I gulped.

There was a girl.

She was young.

She had long, dark brown hair. It was a tangled mess right now, but it could be pretty if she tried. She had bags under her large, wine red eyes. She was pale, skin like porcelain. She looked tired, her body was a giant mess of purple and blue and red. The gauze on her head wound made her hair stick out at odd angles.

"I...I don't know," I said, honestly.

I didn't know how to answer his question, didn't know what he wanted to hear.

He ran his fingers through my hair, working out the tangles all the way down to the bottom.

"Then let me tell you what it is I see," he remarked.

The palms of his hands rubbed down the bareness of my arms, and my skin tingled where he touched me, igniting a fire beneath that reminded me I was still human.

"I see life. The reflection of what it means to fight for something that matters. I see selflessness and affection, driven out of suffering and pain. I see hope, emerging out of darkness."

He closed his eyes, putting his face into my hair, breathing me in. The gesture was so intimate, so tender, that I gasped softly in response.

He continued, his voice right into my ear, "I see beauty...tragic, but beautiful. And I also see...love."

He opened his eyes, stared at me through the mirror, locking his gaze with mine. His arms snuck around my waist, wrapped me in them, pulled me back against him. I tilted my head, exposing my neck to him. His chin rested on the crook, and I closed my eyes as his lips marked a trail of butterfly kisses across my shoulder.

I turned to face him, and he cupped my chin. His nose brushed mine, and we breathed each other in, content in each other's presence.

"You've been expelled from the program, you know..." I commented, still comfortable whilst pressed up against him.

He smiled. "I always am. Just don't fit in with proper people, I guess."

"What will you do now?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Don't know yet. What about you?"

I opened my eyes, pushed away from him. He looked disappointed by the parting, but it was the first time I actually took in the question. I knew I had earned my keep in the church, but what was I supposed to do? Fade away? Grow old, die, and do nothing?

That was when I had realized it, like an enlightment.

My story hadn't finished yet, it hadn't been told, not fully anyways.

I stared up at Cloud, already making my decision.

"I can't stay here. There's still...something I need to do. Something for myself," I confessed, the words feeling foreign on my tongue.

Cloud looked bewildered. "What? Where are you going to go?" He demanded.

I shook my head. "I don't even really know yet. But...I do know that there was more to Hojo's experiments, and I'm going to figure it out."

I couldn't tell him, I wasn't ready to. How could I admit that his crazed admirer was related to me? How could I confess that deepest, darkest secret? I had been a failed weapon for a mad scientist. And somewhere, there was a chance that my father was suffering of a similar fate...

"I'm sorry, I can't say anymore," I said.

I wanted to tell him, so badly. I wanted to open up, to have that connection with Cloud. Especially now. He was so willing, so free. He wanted to help me carry the burden. But I knew that I couldn't get anyone involved, not anymore. No one was going to be hurt because of my troubled past. I would bring no one else down with me. It was safer this way, even though it tore my heart apart.

Before I could turn to leave, Cloud grabbed me roughly, spun me around and slammed me up against him. His mouth came crashing down onto mine. The kiss was passionate, alive, different from the last time in the burned church. When we parted for air, he let go of me and said, "I'll wait for you. As long as it takes...I'll wait."

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to stay with him. To live out the rest of my days being normal for a change, forgetting the old wounds, forgetting that the alien cells invading my body still thrived, still attempted to break me, even now. But I couldn't.

Because, even if I was happy, completely and utterly, I would always wonder...

What if...?

-.-

Aerith doesn't like it. She never would want me to leave. She'll cry when I go, and it'll be difficult to be apart for so long. I promise that I'll visit. Elmyra is more understanding of my decision to leave. She seems to suspect there's more at play here, too. She'll keep Aerith safe, and she'll keep me in her prayers. I know now, without a doubt, that she loves me like a daughter.

Zack's enlisted in the army. He plans on beating Sephiroth's statistics, and using his skills for good. I suppose his encounter with him had him feeling weak, helpless. He doesn't want to feel that way anymore. He's going to become someone others can rely on. He's also vowed to Aerith that he'll teach her some self defence manoeuvres. She's denied him many times, but I know she's actually excited.

Cloud...

He's enlisting, too. When I asked him why, he only smiled and said that it would kill the time while he waited for me to get back, take his mind off of things. He kissed me on the mouth, in front of everyone, before he left.

-.-

I am not a good girl.

I have never been anyone's favourite.

All of that was a lie.

That girl is dead, now.

I am a hero to some.

I have learned to love, and be loved.

I have a family to always come back to.

I have a home.

It isn't perfect, and it doesn't compose of your typical nuclear parts, but I can call it mine.

I have a sister who loves me dearly, a mother who has found her faith in me.

I have the pleasure of knowing somewhere out there, there's a person who waits for me.

I am a murderer. I have killed before, and I will most certainly kill again if need be.

I have packed only what I need, and I'm heading to face my past; Hojo's lab is only a starting point.

If my father is alive, I'm going to find him, and I'm going to figure out a way to rid us of the curse, to rid us both of the creature taken refuge within.

I am subject zero twenty-one. I am a failed experiment, meant to be exterminated.

I am Tifa Lockhart, and my journey is only just beginning.

-fin

A/N: It's finished. Three years, and finally, I can say I've wrapped her up just the way I envisioned from the start. This story has been an adventure for me. It's been through a lot (including that bout of plagiarism), and it only makes this ending even sweeter. I had periods of not wanting to write it anymore, nearly giving up. But reading all the reviews, I knew I couldn't.

When someone stole my words, the readers also rallied and helped me keep this story where it belongs: to the Final Fantasy VII universe, and to the Final Fantasy VII fandom. Surprisingly, having my work stolen only motivated me to write the rest, if only because, like a reviewer said, it is the highest form of praise.

I'd like to thank each and every one of you. Every reviewer (I'm looking at you, too, anons), every silent reader, every follower, every one of you who has favourite this thing. You have all played a very important part in getting this story finished and pushing me to the best of my abilities.

For that, all I can say is, thank you.