AFTERMATH-Lydia/Mitchell
He didn't know why Lydia ever felt the need to prove herself to anyone. To him she was perfect, had been since the day he met her and she hadn't been afraid of him, hadn't run away but been strong enough to stand there and hold her own, and make him better.
It was because she made him want to be a worthier man that he didn't flinch away when she looked into his eyes, Mitchell returned her gaze with a look that was at the same time shy and yet proud. He had done it, he had resisted feeding and resisted the Old One trying to tempt him back to the darkness, and he hadn't lost anyone in the process. Including himself. "So were you," he insisted in reply, and he meant it. Her aim with that crossbow was lethal, and she looked incredibly sexy when she used it. "There are people alive right now because you saved them."
Mitchell had stopped caring about who else might be around a while ago, what mattered was that he and Lydia were both there, in one piece, and in the same dimension, which was definitely a huge plus.
There was still that other matter. Lord Harry was gone, the threat the Old One had any more gone with him. But so was Hal, who had been Mitchell's friend. As weird and bizarre as the friendship had been. "Yeah, he's gone." He half shrugged awkwardly, refusing to move his arms from where they were wrapped around her. "There's nothing either of us could have done, you know that, right? We couldn't have saved him." Nor did he know if they should have. Lord Harry had been a threat, Hal wasn't. Mitchell even wondered if the man had had schizophrenia or something when human, he'd never known such a personality shift before, but any thoughts like that were irrelevant now. He was gone.