That night, Haru dreamed again.
But not of violet worlds.
Not of battles.
Not of loss.
He dreamed of a field — green grass, blue sky, warm sun.
And in it, everyone.
Aiko. Kenji (his brother). Sakura. Himari. Yuna. The door man. The sky woman.
Future Haru, smiling peacefully.
The glitch, whole and content.
Monica, silver hair drifting in a breeze that didn't exist.
The doctor, holding his daughter's hand.
And Kenji — Joceka — standing beside him, solid and real.
They were all together.
All healed.
All at peace.
Haru looked at Kenji.
"Is this real?"
Kenji smiled.
"Does it matter?"
Haru thought about it.
"No. I guess not."
They walked into the field together.
And the dream held them.