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As Klaus’ last words rushed over them, giving a small piece of comedy and comfort to the end of their existence, they were completely consumed and Five was glad that everything faded away to nothing, all of the pain and suffering disappearing the moment his vision was ended.
It was the most peaceful he had ever felt, he was sure, and for an unknown amount of time, the young-but-old man sunk into the coolness that surrounded him, embracing it with a level of peace he never thought he would get to see.
It took him longer than it maybe should have to realise that he was laying on a hard floor and with a frown, he shifted slightly to get more comfortable only for it to register the sensation.
His eyes were open, and he was sitting up less than a second later and standing above and looking down at him with sorrow and sympathy clear on his face, was another him.
“Wha… no. No! I- how di- that was supposed to end it all! It was supposed to reset everything!” Five felt desperate as the words tumbled out of his mouth and the other him sighed sadly.
“I know. It should have.” Himself said and Five felt panic rise up in his throat, choking him and making him unable to utter another word.
“I thought it would work for you, I truly did.” His other self said softly and sadly and Five did nothing to stop the tears from falling as the realisation set in.
He hadn’t saved and reset the universe. He had only ended his.
“If it’s of any comfort, everyone that you sent on the train made it safely to where they’re supposed to be. They will forever live in happiness now for the sacrifice you and your family made.”
“But I didn’t make that same sacrifice, did I?” Five got out, his words filled with misery.
“Maybe not, but I will be the first to say that I think that it’s worse for you. Your family will forever rest in an eternal slumber, while you will be forced to forever remember them and what they had to do. There is no curse worse than that.”
His other self was quiet for some time as the sobs began, giving him the time he needed to cry, and it was only when the tears finally began to slow and he was no longer gasping for breath that his other-self reached out a hand.
“Come on. You look like you could use a coffee.”
Taking his hand, Five let himself be pulled up and followed him into the diner. At least, he mused as he was led to a table and other versions of himself gave him sad smiles, he wouldn’t spend his eternity alone. That was more than he could ask for.
