Luz looked down at their intertwined fingers. In her head, a reel of "before" started playing—a desperate attempt to remember why they were here, and why it was worth the heartbreak.
Luz let out a sob that was half-laugh. King was gone. Eda was gone. The Boiling Isles were under the thumb of a child-god. But as she looked at Amity, standing there in the rain of a world she didn't know, Luz realized the "Lumity" moments weren't just memories to comfort her. They were the blueprint for how they were going to get back.
“Luz?” Amity’s voice was small, barely audible over the downpour. Luz looked down at their intertwined fingers
As she sat on the porch of the Noceda household, drenched and shivering, her mind wasn't on the portal door she’d just lost. It was on the girl who had reached out for her in the chaos—the girl whose hand she was still holding.
"Luz," Amity breathed into her shoulder. "As long as it's with you, I don't care if the sky is falling." King was gone
"I promised I'd take you on a real date," Luz croaked, pulling Amity into a fierce hug. "In the Human Realm. I didn't mean it to be like this."
"We’re okay," Amity whispered, squeezing Luz’s hand. Her purple hair was plastered to her forehead, and her Hexside uniform was torn, but her eyes—those gold eyes that used to look at Luz with such disdain—were now full of a fierce, unwavering devotion. But as she looked at Amity, standing there
They stood there together—the human and the witch—two halves of a whole that the Collector couldn't break, ready to start the long walk toward a way home.