So this is it then, the last little bit. I literally ran out of stuff to write and began to get worried that this story would go off course in around in circles, so I think this is a good point to end it on. It's more like a little note from Pitch rather than a chapter. Either way, I hope you enjoy and Thank you for reading, it means a lot and pushes me to continue writing.

It was nice... to be treated like I finally belonged somewhere. After chasing a boy for three hundred years or so, it all felt worth it not that he was here with me. Well... I am here with him. Without Jack's will to fight for me, I think the Guardians and Tsar Lunar would've kicked me out and forgotten about me a long while ago. It was rather like a family now. A strange, complicated, dysfunctional family, but a family all the same. And now, I was a Guardian... that was the thing I still couldn't come to terms to with. After six hundred years defying and fighting against them, I was now one of them. Ironic really. We could all now sit in the same room without argument or quarrel, unlike when I first integrated with the group. Me and Jack got the time we desired and didn't worry about having to hide it or getting caught.

...Immortality doesn't sound that bad anymore...