Eight raised a hand to wave goodbye, but Agent 3 was already on her way, her form enveloped in the light. Within she could practically hear the sick beats of ABXY and smell the delicious crusty seanwiches being made. It made her happy to know that Agent 3 is going to be okay.

A hand presses against her chest as she feels the anchor begin to take hold. She had felt this before, of course, when the connection with the other person was gone there was nothing left holding them to this portion of the void. She could feel the rush of the space around her move, returning back to the anchoring stage.

"Until we meet again, Nory." She whispers as she nears the end of the line. "...I love you."