The world ends on a Thursday, comes crashing down in smoke and fire and ruin. And then it keeps going, and Vox Machina figures out how to make do in the aftermath. [ a post-apocalyptic au for cr ladies week ]
His sister has always been the best part of his life, and the end of the world does not change that.
It is, if anything a reminder, a lifeline, a point of bright hope among the darkness and destruction. So long as she is at his side, there is nothing he cannot do. His belief in her could rekindle the fire at the heart of the earth, could near turn back time. He believes enough for the both of them, sees her own doubts and loves her all the harder for it.
The end of the world cannot be such a terrible thing, if she has survived with him.