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Sin felt pangs of guilt, deep, as deep as she had ever felt. She had never felt this way...she had never felt so responsible. Fearleading, classes, petty competition, it was all wiped away by this sensation. She was guilty for not going to make sure Christof was okay, she was guilty for not telling Riley that she was so happy to see her alive, she was guilty for not returning Arachne's hug. She was guilty for letting them all die, and surviving, because she was just an ambitious monster. Her head dropped, she couldn't even look, she didn't want to see who else she was failing.

Then she felt hands on her shoulders, she was ready to try and fake a smile, but then she was spun around. Lips met hers, familiar, desperate, and for a moment she tried to hold herself still. She tried not to let emotion overtake her, but it was futile. She wrapped her arms around the incubus and returned the kiss with equal intensity. Her hands moved over his back for a moment as if ensuring he was real and whole. Her fingers slid along his arm and then grabbed his hand firmly for a moment. This, this was what she should have done, she never should have let go of his hand. If she hadn't let go he wouldn't have...but she had, she had failed him, all his trust was misplaced. She let go of his hand and touched his shoulders lightly at first and then breaking the kiss as she pushed away.

She quickly reached up horrified to find tears on her cheeks again, but she rubbed them away quickly and then shrugged off Rosc's jacket. She held it out to him and met his gaze with guilt.
"I'm so glad your alive...I thought..." but this wasn't the time, this wasn't the place. Enough emotional outbursts...and public kissing...oh jack how was going to explain that one? She stared at his coat and then pushed it into his arms.

"Thank You...for everything...I...I better go change...and...stuff..." Right, a long soak in her tub, a cold shower, some leggings to cover the horrible bruises, a bandage for her ankle. She'd relax, she'd take some time to think about this...about everything. Once she was composed...then...then she could...fix s**t.

Sepheran didn't know how he managed to make it through the portal in the end...but he did and made it. To him that was the only thing to count. He survived..."Lizzy...I made it..." he whispered softly thinking of his lost friend. He felt guilty he couldn't do anything for her...he couldn't do anything to save his fellow classmates...at least Arachne made it...at least he hoped she did, the ending was kind of a blur to him.

As soon as he had made it out safe Sepheran collapsed not too far off from the portal his body refusing to move anymore for a while at least. It was exhaustion, pure exhaustion. How he even managed to make it out in his condition was a big mystery.

The baslisk refused to move anymore and rested a good while before something finally reached his ears. Voices...voices...familiar voices. Sepheran's eyes snapped open looking up and forcing himself to get up again. Blurry figures...so many blurry figures...and the voices...had the dead students come back?! Was Lizzy here!!

With this realization Sepheran seemed rejuvenated. He smiled and Liannan hissed lightly in his ear. Sepheran stood up, "Liannan...take me to Lizzy...I hear her voiceeeee...I want to sssssee...I want to ssssssee her again," Sepheran stated his lack of strength at the moment reverting his speech to his more snake like form.

Lead by Liannan Sepheran slowly made his way around till he approached a particular voice. Then he just stood there, frozen in place with relief. So many familiar voices...so many he had been worried about never hearing again, but most of all Lizzy's voice. "Lizzy!!" Sepheran called out unable to help himself. After all...last he heard of her was when she fell before reaching the portal. Lizzy was alive...Sepheran smiled.

Riley's breath left her in a solid whoosh, unable to return. Her forehead pressed against Malodore's, swaying slightly at it's words. It was a beautiful glimpse of the future ahead. A future which, quite clearly, contained them both.

Together.

Working on a death ray.

You always know just what to say to make me feel better, Malodore. She whispered huskily.

Malodore chuckled - not out loud, but mentally. The laughter wrapped around them both. Posso immaginare niente di meglio che lavorare al vostro fianco, it thought at her... then it turned, gently uncurling one arm from Riley, and held that hand out to Jericho. Inviting him into the hug.

"Grazie mille," it said, quietly. "Thank you, a thousand times over."

'Were all fine'

Lizzy might not realize it but those few words of hers, not even directed at Mandy, had a profound effect. It took a moment, a long long moment, where she was hugged and then left to compose herself but the words penetrated her confusion.

And a smile touched her face.

Yes Lizzy they where.

With a stuttering gasp her wail cut off, normalcy returning - vocal cords remembering she was in human form - not natural.

A few sniffs and a more normal sob or two later she managed to pull herself to her feet and actually take in the scene around her.

So many people, all reuniting and revealing in there alive (Well, relatively for some) state.

W-Where where her friends? Not the ones made in the fog but the ones made among peppermint and kept after.

Lost she wandered around head swaying to and fro and she tried to find anyone.

And then. That scent again.

"Barth!"

This time her cry wasn't cut off by blades and coldness and with a rush of feet she threw herself at him, cloning on tightly.

"Youre alright!"

Sepheran groaned lightly as he was tightly embraced hearing Arachne talk about being worried about him. He smiled lightly and snaked his arms around her. He would see Lizzy soon as well when she was available. "Arachne...I'm glad you're ssssafe assss well," he stated. "I wasss worried after getting sssseperated from you...I didn't want to losssse you too," he stated letting her hug him as much as she needed.

Calder had walked away, leaving Carry feeling sort of empty inside, though he was right - they had to keep looking forward instead of back. She had to forget as much of the island as possible, move on from it. Pride nodded to him, grateful for his hospitality, and watched as the kelpie moved on. The demoness still felt numb inside, but feeling was slowly creeping back into her body like spring thaws the snow. Carry turned around and spotted one familiar witch who had fallen just at the very end. That red hair was a blessing, and Carry quickly rushed to her, feeling overwhelmed all over again. Belladonna fell to the floor and sobbed, but Pride knelt next to her, trying to cradle the witch in her arms and wings to make sure she was still really alive and this wasn't a joke.

"Bella! Belladonna, you're alive! You're okay! Belladonna, speak to me!" Pride shook the girl's shoulders, desperate to know that her new friend was indeed alright. She didn't care what others may have thought of their reunion on the floor. Jacking Hell, Belladonna was right there next to her one moment, then crushed and bleeding the next. How could they be expected to get over that so quickly?