After Carlos managed to stabilize the helicopter, you and Jill look back at Raccoon City. The explosion paints the entire sky with orange and yellow — such happy and lovely colors for such a depressing event. Not only did Nikolai destroy the only vial of the cure, but it was too late to stop the missile. Everyone’s far more than tired and beat up, some more than others.

Jill spaces out, looking back at what’s left of her hometown with a neutral face; but her eyes say it all. It isn’t until the weight of your head on her thigh registers that she snaps out of it, looking down at her. Sighing in understanding, she gets comfortable and rests a hand on your head, threading her fingers through your hair. The both of you were close before all of us and it’d be crazy if this whole thing didn’t bring you even closer; but it did.