It was the end of it. You were home, she was home, and you were both safe. They'd take care of you... Right?
How did he ever end up in this situation? He couldn't possibly remember. Not for the life of him. The Elven Swede couldn't really think, even. Only feel. Hear. See.
It was the end of it. It was all over. No more bad dreams about your little brother. No more fretting every day and drinking it away. No more of the obsessive drugs, girls, and alcohol. You were home, he was home, the others were home and it was all okay again. But you couldn't go see him.