Peter cut through Dissona with his True-forged sword, lighting the Bay Area skies with mile-wide stretches of shimmering fractals. At the same time, Eun bore witness to the fabric of reality splitting open; it took form as a great wash of heart-stirring light that swept away Dissona in waves and swells, simultaneously filling Eun with rhapsodic song.
Kora experienced it as well; she became ensconced in fire, the equivalent of a human meteor, and charged through the last fifty demon-spawn surrounded by eye-searing radiance. In the midst of her euphoric blitz, her awareness jetted out from her body, linking with Peter and Eun on an ancient plane that was novel and timeless, familiar to all.
Ironically, however, it was forgotten with sure-fire consistency.
[Guys.] Peter opened his eyes, meeting Kora and Eun’s. [We did it! We fucking did it!]
The teen-heroes were arranged in a three-person circle. The world around them was spinning, whirling, filled with a delirious collage of their most treasured moments and beatific aspirations.
[That we did.] Kora’s smile was lit by the phantom moments of joy and triumph that were playing out around them.
[You rose to the occasion, Peter.] Eun’s grin mirrored her friends’. She held both hands out. Peter and Kora reached out and took them. [We’re almost done.]
[Almost?] Peter raised an eyebrow.
[Holly.] Eun reminded him. [You still have to save her. She’s returning to Earth any second now, I can feel it.]
They all could. Here, in the heart of existence, they could feel probability dance and shift, and perceive the strongest possible outcomes.
Kora looked at Peter. [I’m still Earth-side; I can intercept her if you want.]
[No.] Peter shook his head, still smiling. Heartwarming images of the three teens—laughing uproariously, eating pizza, mock-fighting, and a host of other peaceful, sincere moments—whirled ’round and ’round. In all of them, Peter looked boyish and handsome and utterly free.
[I’ll do it. I owe it to her.]
He didn’t say as much, but he finally admitted it to himself: he was head over heels for Holly Dent.
He always had been.