he got out. he didnât die. sarah closed her eyes for a second, letting that information wash over her. sheâd screamed at the fulcrum agents not to touch him, and then sheâd grieved. before meeting up with chuck in nadrazi train station, sheâd detoured to lisbonâŚwhat had she scattered there, if not his ashes? sheâd cried, let the reality of it all wash over her - sheâd known then she was in love with chuck, but bryce was still important, sheâd still hurt. he hadnât died. opening her eyes again, she gave a small nod; she understood why heâd need to hide, why he couldnât get in contact. she was a spy too, she understood the importance of such a thing. âheâs at work,â she said, quietly. at the buy more, not the CIA, though that didnât really need to be specified. âbut i live with him. weâre getting married.â
having to hide from sarah, from chuck, had been a painful time for him. there were numerous times where heâd wanted to come to burbank just to catch a glimpse of either one of them. but heâd needed to heal. needed to think about his next move. he could only imagine the pain he had caused a second time.  â right. yeah. the ring. â clearing his throat lightly, a small smile lingering on his lips.  â iâm happy for you. trading in mrs anderson for mrs bartowski. it suits you. â despite the words he found himself struggling to look her in the eye.