TW: Death, implied war.

All the problems of her past melted away at the sight of people. Happy, Healthy, and most importantly: thriving in their new environment. A group of children, presumably born after the crisis, kicked a ball around, playing what seemed to be a modified version of soccer. One toddler spotted her, and ran to an adult, tugging on his skirt for attention. He looked at the woman who was standing nervously in the archway, and his face lit up with recognition. He ran to her, the child clumsily following in his wake.

"Coco!" The man shouted, excitedly.

Coco felt a smile appear on her face. "Blake?" She asked tentatively.

"That's me!" He was grinning ear-to-ear. "Where were you?"

𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, she thought. "I was travelling around- I ended staying up north for a while. Where were 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

"We found this city and have been patching it up." The toddler began tapping his shoes, and he laughed. "And this is my kid. Can you say 'hello', Robin?"

The child spluttered, "Hewo. Hewlo... Hewo Robin."

"No, you're Robin." He said, "I see how you got that confused. How about 'hello Coco'?"

"Hewlo Cowo!"

"Good job!" He said, picking them up and putting them on his shoulders.

"They're adorable!" Coco swallowed, thinking about one of her last conversations with Lili. They had been brainstorming names for if they decided to have children.

Something is Coco's face, must have tipped Blake off, because he put Robin down, saying, "Why don't you go see what Sunny is up to?" Once the child was far enough away, he asked, "Are you okay?"

For the hundredth time, Coco's heart shattered. "No."

Blake swept Coco into an embrace. "That's okay."

"Lili..."

"How long?" Blake asked.

"A year."

"Oh, Coco," He squeezed her tightly. "You're safe here."

"Thank you." she choked.

"No problem," he said, stepping back. "Welcome back."