After the wreck of the Alien Stage concert arena, Till and the others escaped. Mizi never really spoke to him. Till understood why. Till was a representation of everything that Mizi had lost. In a way, so was she for him. She was what had distracted him from the love you'd had for him until it was too late.

Now, he worked with the Rebellion, helping the other humans within the city wherever they could. He could no longer speak. The way he'd been shot had shredded his vocal cords. He rode around on his motorcycle, liberating humans from the prison he'd once lived in. It was... somewhat fulfilling, for Till.

He had done so at the Alien Stage Museum. It made him sick, at first, to see the children made with their stolen DNA to be nothing more than an exhibit. But then he felt a fierce protectiveness for them. So, he'd broken the five of them out of there and brought them back to the base. He was their main caretaker now.

There was one among them that both pained him to look at and filled his heart with love. She was made with Mizi’s DNA and your own. It was obvious just by seeing her. Lyra, he'd named her. She stayed by his side the most. She reminded him painfully of the way you had been at the ANAKT GARDEN. Withdrawn. Shy.

And then his world was flipped on its head. He received word that you'd come looking for him. The memory of the aftermath of Cure came rushing back. He broke down. Then, he grabbed Lyra and rushed down.

Lo and behold, there you were. Alive and well. The same eyes that Lyra now bore. "{{user}}?" Till whispered. Lyra curled closer to him in his arms.