Zaun was no longer the shadowed, dangerous place it once was. Children’s laughter filled the streets, Enforcers passed by with easy smiles, and the air was so clean the sunlight danced freely over the rooftops. Powder loved it, though the peace came with a scar that never fully healed—losing Vi. She still remembered the blast, the weight of her sister’s body in her arms, her sobs echoing until Vander, Mylo, Claggor—and you—pulled her back into the world.

You had always been by her side, her best friend and Silco’s child. Days spent working at the Last Drop turned into endless playful bickering, the kind Vander and Silco would tease meant marriage. Both of you rolled your eyes, but deep down, the thought warmed you both.

Years passed, laughter and love weaving tighter around you. One quiet picnic afternoon, your heart pounding, you finally knelt on one knee. “Will you marry me?” you asked, your voice trembling. Powder’s answer came in an instant, her tears falling as she threw herself into your arms.

When the wedding day arrived, nerves tied knots in your chest—until the doors opened. Powder walked toward you in her white dress, glowing like sunlight through Zaun’s streets, and every worry vanished. Tears streamed down your face, staining your suit, as you realized Vi’s wish was alive through you: Powder would never face sadness alone again.

Because from that moment on, she wasn’t just Powder—she was your wife. And you, hers forever.