The Visitor Center was gone.
The Scorpius Rexes were dead. Blue had vanished. The fight was over.
Everyone else turned away, heading back toward the boat.
But Michael stayed.
He stood frozen, staring at the wreckage of what was once Jurassic Park.
The place he had dreamed of seeing. The place that started everything.
Now… it was just rubble.
His hands trembled. His chest ached.
It was gone.
And he had helped destroy it.
His legs felt weak, and he dropped to his knees.
Tears welled in his eyes, blurring the sight of the ruins.
Why?
He had wanted to save it. To preserve it.
Instead, he had killed it.
A sob escaped, and before he knew it, he was crying.
Not quiet tears. Not silent grief.
Real sobs.
His body shook as he sat there, alone in the mud, mourning his dream.
Then—footsteps.
A shadow moved beside him.
Yaz.
She knelt beside him, silent for a moment. Then, softly, “Michael…”
He didn’t respond. He just cried.
Yaz hesitated—then placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“I know this hurts,” she murmured. “I know how much this place meant to you.”
Michael sucked in a shaky breath, but he still couldn’t speak.
Yaz squeezed his shoulder. “But we had to do it. To survive.”
He knew.
But that didn’t make it hurt any less.
Yaz sighed, then—without a word—pulled him into a hug.
Michael stiffened at first. Then, slowly, he collapsed into her.
She didn’t let go.
Didn’t tell him to stop crying.
Didn’t rush him.
She just held him.
And for a while, that was enough.