Wade sucks in his breath, and pulls her to him in a deep embrace of a hug, burying himself in her neck. She's right...the dress, the scene, everything calls to mind those happier memories. They'd had their happy ending. They had been in love, married, with no threat. Analise had ascended. There was nothing else left in her waiting to further ascend and take her place. She was whole finally, as Anna had always wished to be, and Anna was in her, part of that whole. It should have been the end. He'd even considered giving up Deadpool, for her. She never said it aloud, but the way she encouraged Wade, he knew that she didn't care as much for Deadpool. He had mentioned it to her, once, right before she had disappeared...and the smile that had lit up her face had been positively radiant. (What he hadn't considered was that Wade was hers, and he had just offered to do away with that part of him that was Anna's too...to move on to an entirely new life with her. Oh how tragic that shortly after that, she had been subsumed one last, fateful time by Anna.)

"Analise," he swallows, smiling through the tears a little. "If only I could heal you again with your name like I did before."