Their eyes were alight with a dangerous emotion. Hope.

Above all else - I was his.And he was mine.

The connection was gone. I had died. Lincoln's soul had shattered. He was gone.

I looked at the painting that had started as a solitary white lily, and now depicted a whole field of them beneath a violet sky and a golden sun. It was us...a lifetime ago.

Even in the darkness, the nothingness, he was still the sun.

Nothing is endlessI know that nowLet me goV-Violet's letter

You're incredible. I can feel your power and it's more than anything I...Violet," he swallowed, watching me in awe. "It's like...It's like you're as powerful as an angel."-Lincoln

Not us, Vi. Everything else may end, but not us. What we have...We're endless."-Lincoln

It's too late!" I cried"I thought that once, too. But it's never too late. You taught me that. Love can make us eternal.” Phoenix’s eyes closed, haunted to the end. “I'm sorry,” were his last words."I forgive you,” I sobbed, gripping onto him desperately. “I forgive you.”It was too late.All. Too. Late.