She grabbed the small body as it tottered past her, sweeping it into her arms and drawing it close to her, leaning over the railings slightly, trying to spot her brother, "Lys!" Nyx barked, "Come and retrieve your son!"

Lys stared up at her, one level down, "How the heck did he get out!" he exclaimed.

With what sounded like a muffled shriek, a metal door clanged open, a tall, dark haired woman emerging, another boy in her arms, "How did he get out!" she repeated her partner's words, the child in her arms demanding to be put on the floor, wriggling to try and get free. With a half sigh, Ebony placed her son on the floor, as Nyx released her nephew, sitting him beside his twin.

Emyr looked up at his mother, then back to his aunt, then at his brother, breaking into a smile.

"Lys!" Ebony leant over the railing this time, "Its okay! We've got both of them!"

He stopped running, breathing a sigh of relief that was audible from their level, "…Right…" he nodded to himself, before slowly continuing his way to the exit to the upper row of quarters.

Just as Thomas was about to toddle off, Nyx grabbed him, content to hold him in her arms, "…No way you're getting away too, trouble," she smiled slightly, almost affectionately, down at the three year old in her arms.

"Bet you're wondering if the twin genetics will backfire on you, Nyx," Libra's voice was heard from several metres away, the smaller figure walking toward them.

"You're lucky you avoided it, Balance," Nyx feigned a harsh voice. In the few years that had passed, she had started to use 'Balance' as a term of cold affection toward her sister, knowing she wouldn't take it personally.

"How are you, Libby?" Ebony took her other son into her arms with a concerned frown.

Libra laughed, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"You know what Double said…" the dark haired woman trailed off.

"I know," she nodded, "But I'm fine. I know I don't appear 'designed' for it…"

"And a bit young to be starting this…" Nyx chastised.

She smiled and looked down at the floor, "…I'm twenty two…I'm fine. Really. I appreciate the concern, but everything's going well. You'd be the first to know if it wasn't."

"No," her sister shook her head, "That man of yours would be. And Mother."

Libra laughed again, seeing the look of consternation Thomas's face, hearing the tone of his aunt's voice. She reached forward, touching his head lightly, "Don't worry, Tom, there are some people in this world Aunt Nyx likes…" she teased.

"And that's a mercy," Lys appeared from the exit nearest them, "Again?" he questioned.

"Again…" Ebony rested her head on his shoulder, "Escape artists of great skill."

Emyr stretched out his arms for his father, suddenly quiet in the presence of so many people, family or not.

"So…how are you, Nyx?" Libra began innocently.

Nyx was having none of it, tucking the short, lightened strand of her hair behind her ear before answering, "…You said no prying…" she used her 'warning' voice.

"She said no prying five years ago…" Lys came to her defence.

"Whose side are you on!" his twin protested, blushing.

He coughed and returned his attention to his son.

Libra's eyes widened, "I told Sphere I'd meet him five minutes ago!" she uttered, slightly panicked.

"Let him worry," Ebony laughed, "It does them good!"

She laughed over her shoulder as she walked swiftly away, "Thanks, Bee!"

"Libra!" Nyx called out, suddenly, as if she surprised even herself.

Hearing the note of desperation in her voice, Libra stopped, looking over her shoulder, worried, "…Nyx?"

The older woman stammered for several seconds, unsure of what to say, "…I…you…you know I couldn't answer you back then…about…"

"About him," she nodded encouragingly.

Nyx wouldn't make eye contact with anybody, biting her lip, almost in the same manner as her sister did, before looking straight across at her, with a nod, "…Yes. I do."

Libra couldn't help herself, a smile spreading across her features, lighting up her eyes, "…That's great, Nyx. I know he feels the same…" and, with that, she turned away and continued down the metal walkway.

"It was worth it, you know…" Neo whispered in the darkness.

Trinity rested her head on her elbow so she could make eye contact, "…What?" she quietly pressed.

"…Everything…" his reply was simple.

A gentle smile on her face, she leant back against him, head on his chest, as if nothing had changed in the nearly thirty years that had gone by, "…Everything…" she agreed, sighing softly.

Neo tightened his arm around her, "…Do you think its over?"

"…Do I want to be that naïve?" she seemed to asked the question of herself, "…Peace is stable. For now."

"…They'll get there in the end."

Trinity shut her eyes, "…Do you ever regret it?"

"What?"

"…Being unplugged…" she whispered.

"Not for a second," Neo's answer was immediate, "…You?"

She smiled, "…I never looked back. I'm never letting go."

He wrapped his arms around her, seeing her standing by the railing, gazing down into the heart of Zion, "…Its still there, Lib."

"…I know…" she answered, placing her arms on his, leaning into him, still staring down into Zion, "…But for how long?"

"Hey," Sphere chided, "What did we say about negative thoughts?"

"Sorry," Libra smiled, "…But I cant help but wonder…"

"What?" he asked quietly, resting his head on her shoulder.

"…What if Dad had never been found? Nyx and Lys hadn't been taken? …What if I was never involved in any prophecy?"

Sphere laughed softly, brown eyes dancing, "Then you'd have led a very boring life."

She smiled again, resting her head against his, "…True," her expression returned to one of contemplation, "…What if the peace doesn't last?" she gasped as she felt her child stir within her; she swore she was never going to get used to the sensation.

He brought her hands to rest on her abdomen, "You're still here, Libra. We're still here. We'll hold them to it. For as long as we can."

Libra turned in Sphere's arms, looking up at him, smiling her reassurance, "That's a promise."

"For Zion."

"And for us."