Shh, don't strain yourself. Rest. I'll take you to a proper doctor. You can tell me everything later. When you get better.

[Iskandar smiles.

Somewhere there, in the distant future or entirely alternate one, his little Master has grown up and kept his promise. He lives. He became a respectable teacher, a professor, and still remembers Iskandar. It fills King of Conqueror's heart with joy.

He just hopes that Waver had fun along the way.]

One day we will meet again. I am certain of it. We always do.