After making the final calls, Thirteen hugged Sherry and kissed her lips. It wasn't a deep kiss, only three quick pecks, enough to let her know that he loved her very much.
After their kiss ended, Sherry gently rested her head on his shoulder. "It's really happening again, isn't it? Another war."
Thirteen sighed. "It always comes back to that."
Her fingers intertwined with his own, holding him firmly.
"But this time… we'll be with you," Sherry said.
"I know." Thirteen's tone softened. "That's what worries me."
Sherry smiled faintly. "You always worry too much."
"Someone has to."
"Zion. I'm glad I met you."
Whenever she slept at night, she would often dream of her first encounter with Zion during her first wandering.
After seeing that journey to its end, she realized that she might have been enslaved by the Lizardmen if he hadn't been there.
She could have also died when the Ratmen and the Lizardmen continued their war against each other.
