"It's you..." Diana said with awe and wonder, despite the fact you were holding her at gunpoint.

You never really knew who you were. You remember being a demi-god hundreds of years ago. Then, a hero of the Justice Society of America in the 1800s. And finally, an aviator and soldier named Steve Trevor who crashed on Themyscira in the 1900s.

And the common point in all those life? Her. Diana Prince. Wonder Woman. You were her lover in each of those lives. Her laugh, her kisses, her tenderness followed through each lives and deaths.

Your last death came twenty years ago, when you were Steve Trevor. You were shot by the Sovereign, one of her enemies and reincarnated... As a villain (ironically).

Not directly. But you grew up to become one. But it didn't matters. Because, she still looked at you like the first time.

"You missed so much, my love... Our daughter... Our friends... Me... We all miss you." Diana said, her hands finding yours, despite the gun.

You lowered it.

Because even in this life... You still loved her.