Andrea didn't make it ten minutes down the street before Tom caught up to her.
"Stop," he snapped, grabbing her arm again — harder this time. "I'm not letting you walk away like this."
She spun on him, eyes blazing.
"You don't get to chase me every time I choose something you don't like."
"That wasn't a choice," Tom shot back. "That was self-destruction."
Bill, Georg, and Gustav hung back this time. They knew better. This wasn't a conversation — it was an explosion waiting for oxygen.
"You stood there," Tom continued, voice shaking with fury and fear, "while she talked about killing people. Innocent people. And you almost said yes."
Andrea laughed bitterly.
"Innocent?" she echoed. "You don't know what innocent looks like."
"That's the problem!" Tom shouted. "You don't see it anymore!"
Something in her snapped.
"Because I've seen what happens to people who believe in it!" she screamed. "I believed in you once. In this city. In being good. And it didn't save me!"
Tom went still.
"You think this is about me?" he asked quietly.
"It's about everything you represent," she said coldly. "Safety. Distance. A world where I pretend blood doesn't exist."
"That world is real," Tom said. "You just don't want it."
"No," she whispered. "I don't deserve it."
Silence fell — heavy, suffocating.
Tom stepped closer, voice breaking now.
"I would've stayed with you. Through all of it. But I can't love someone who's already chosen violence."
Andrea's eyes burned.
"Then don't."
The words landed like a final blow.
Tom stared at her, something inside him collapsing.
"Fine," he said hoarsely. "But if you walk back into that life… don't come back to me when it eats you alive."
She didn't answer.
She just turned and walked away.
This time, he didn't follow.
ATLANTA — TWO DAYS LATER
The dojo felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too clean.
Johnny Lawrence stood in the middle of Cobra Kai, arms crossed, jaw tight. Something itched under his skin — the kind of feeling that came before a fight or a mistake.
"Tory hasn't checked in," he muttered.
Daniel LaRusso looked up sharply. "What do you mean, hasn't checked in?"
"She's gone," Johnny said. "No calls. No messages. Since Andrea left for Germany."
Amanda's face paled.
"That's not a coincidence."
Chozen folded his arms. "Darkness does not vanish," he said. "It relocates."
Sam stood near the doorway, arms wrapped tightly around herself.
"I can feel it," she said quietly.
Everyone turned to her.
"Cobra Kai isn't gone," Sam continued. "It's… waiting. Like a wound that never healed."
Johnny exhaled sharply. "Andrea and Tory were the last ones who truly believed in it."
Daniel's voice hardened. "Andrea left. She chose to walk away."
Sam shook her head.
"No," she said. "She ran. And people who run don't stop being dangerous."
Silence stretched.
Amanda whispered, "What if Tory followed her?"
Johnny's stomach dropped.
"If Tory's with Andrea," he said slowly, "then Germany just became a war zone."
Chozen nodded once. "The past has teeth."
BERLIN — NIGHT
Tory stood on a rooftop, overlooking the city like a predator surveying new territory.
Phone in hand. No signal back home. No intention of returning.
She smiled.
"They think Cobra Kai is dead," she murmured to herself. "They always do."
Below her, the city pulsed with life — unaware.
Andrea hadn't said yes.
But she hadn't said no.
And that was enough.
Tory turned away from the edge.
"I'm not leaving," she said aloud. "Not without her."
Somewhere in Berlin, Andrea lay awake — staring at the ceiling — knowing in her bones that this wasn't over.
Because even when dojos fall...
Cobra Kai survives in the ones who refuse to let go.