"i would be happy just the hold the hands i love ..."

Still continuing that thread from the previous two. The way it's unfolding in my head, it's the aftermath--not the actual heroic quest in which people who seem incompatibly different get tossed together and bond over the desperate struggle to keep disaster from their world. It's the "what happened after"--after long years, when the heroes have long since gone their seperate ways and built lives that don't involve danger and intrigue.

What happens after, when you're the only one who really cares any longer?

( if i could know within my heart )