Cargo smiled down at his companion. “We did it, Zipline. We saved the world, like you promised from the beginning.”
“Ca-Carg-o-O?” Zip stutters quietly. “A-am I-I go-ING to-o mak-ke it?”
Cargo’s movement is slow and solemn. “Of course, Zipline. You’ll be fine. Your spark still throbs, and will keep throbbing, if I have anything to say about it.”
Zip smiles in his eyes. “Th-th-ANK ya-YOU BRO-thurrrrr.” His eyes dim.
“Zip, no, no!” Cargo pleads. “Don’t go!”
The smaller wakes up again. “I-I tho-thought y-YOU were-ren’t a-FRAID.”
Cargo laughs soberly. “Don’t scare me, then.”
Killstreak watches the others, happy. For the first time, ever, she is finally at peace.