"You came," Betsy said, voice small and steady.

They laughed once, brittle and real. The arcade's hum pressed against the quiet, a low reminder of all the moments they'd leveled up and failed together.

When the final boss dissolved into a shower of confetti and light, neither of them lifted their hands to claim victory. Instead, Betsy reached for Mara's and intertwined fingers like a save file created together—fragile, new, and meant to be kept.

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