Morty walked into the kitchen, looking exhausted. He looked at his mother—both of them—and felt a heavy, suffocating wave of guilt. He had abandoned his original world, let it turn into a Cronenberg wasteland, and then watched his original family die off one by one until only he and Rick were left.
"Mom," Morty started, looking at the clone Beth. "Do you ever feel like... we are just haunting someone else's life?" [S6E1] Solaricks
"He was just a piece on the board to him, Rick," Morty whispered, his voice cracking. "My real dad survived monsters, lived like a warrior, and died because I decided to drop in for a visit." Morty walked into the kitchen, looking exhausted
The green glow of the portal gun was dead. Rick C-137 sat on the cold metal floor of his ship, staring at the empty fluid chamber. He had managed to pull the Smith family back together from their original dimensions, but the cost was etched deeply on his face. "Mom," Morty started, looking at the clone Beth
A glowing, translucent hologram of his deceased wife, Diane, flickered to life.
sat in the kitchen sharing a bottle of space wine, both silently grappling with the fact that neither of them was technically native to this exact Earth.
Beth set her glass down. "Morty, we are alive. We are together. In this family, that is a miracle. Don't overthink it." 🔬 The Haunting in the Garage