[ She fits just as well as she always has against them. In a natural, fluid movement her arms wrap around them in kind and just as tight. She burrows her face into the flat of their chest and inhales deeply. It's a scent she's taken in many times and brings a saltwater sting to her tightly shut eyes to think it's one that will soon fade away.

Janus is not making it easy to say good-bye. But she has to believe, same as them, that maybe it is like fate. Or like destiny. That they're meant to leave and that maybe they were meant to meet. That maybe someday they'll meet again in this great, big multiverse out there. The chances of them coming together here were so astronomically slim so who's to say it can't happen again?

The blond gives another deep breath to suck back the tears she doesn't want them to see. She can save those until they're truly gone, she can be strong. She always has been, hasn't she? It might be a little muffled against their chest when she speaks again but, ]

Well, F.A.T.E.S. better at least have it so I can make sure you're okay. Or else I might have to have words with her.