Lorica pats her dad's shoulder and goes over to Glam and hugs them.

The plane ride is pretty short. Need will be.

Hug.

And eventually they land, startling Glam out their misery.

"There's a therapist on staff, if you didn't know."

"...I did know. I'm not sure that's—that'll be necessary."

"Voluntary unless somebody thinks it's affecting your performance, so if you don't want to go, uh, look out."

"Okay." Sniffle. "I'm being kinda selfish, here. Are you—how are you?"

"I'll be fine."

"So will I. How are you right now?"

"Planning on being fine."

Sigh. "Okay. If you wanna—talk about it, or chew me out about that thing, or to be hugged back, or something. Um. You can tell me."

"Next time you tell me when you're a copy."

"Yes. I promise."

"Right. I'm going to go congratulate Rewind, that was her first Endbringer fight."

"Oh, right." An undefined mess of emotions well up inside them. Why didn't she save—but they know they can't blame her for it. She couldn't've saved everyone. "This must've been the fight with the lowest casualty rate, huh."

"Not quite. Below average but not a record, not even for Behemoth. Getting her around is a problem; Dad helped but I want to see later if you can do flying suits that other people can control."

"Mmhm. Yeah, okay, we should definitely test that. I" can't go talk to Rewind right now, I'm going to blame her and it's not her fault, it's mine, all mine "'m going to my room to take a shower."

Rewind is in the Wards' little common room, looking electrified, and lost, like she's crashing from the adrenaline high and doesn't quite know what to do with herself.

"Hey. How are you holding up?"

She opens and closes her mouth several times before saying, "He was so big."