Raynor returns it.
“So this is it. You’re really leaving.” Kerrigan: “The void needs a keeper. And I... I can’t stay here, Jim. Not like this.” Raynor: “Like what? A god?” Kerrigan: “Like a reminder. Every time someone sees me, they’ll remember the billions who died. I can’t give them peace if I’m standing in front of them.” kerrigans last trip
And there he is. Older. Weathered. Still wearing that damn leather jacket. Raynor returns it
“Took you long enough.” Their exchange is sparse. No grand speeches. No tears—not visible ones, anyway. kerrigans last trip