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They made it.
They made it.
Grizzop stares at Sasha in the ruins of the little abandoned villa, watching the way her skin shines with sweat and soot and blood. She looks ruined but triumphant and it’s quite the combination, making her look unfairly beautiful in her destruction.
“Your ear.” She says quietly once she finally looks at him, reaching out for the tip of his ear that’s no longer all there. It got ripped just above the last earring that Vesseek ever gave him. At least he gets to keep that, even if he doesn’t get to keep them.
“S’nothing. Lucky to have them both as long as I did.”
“What are we going to do?” She asks and it’s been a long time time since she’s sounded so vulnerable. “We can’t get back. Can we? We can’t. Do we live here now?”
“I guess.” Grizzop says. “Is that so bad?”
“But…” She says, before her voice dies in her throat. She sniffs, takes a shuddering exhale and then squares her shoulders. “No. No. M’glad you’re here.”
He doesn’t speak as he moves closer to her, and doesn’t push until she opens her arms for him. With a quiet exhale Grizzop steps into her embrace and winds his arms around her waist, and lets them have the simple comfort of another body, to be assured that they’re not alone in this.
“I wish we’d been able to say goodbye.”
He feels the same way. Knows it’s going to hit him, at some point soon, that he’ll never know what happened to his friends, never know whether Wilde found his way. But for now, he’s alright with being the strong one.
“Maybe we will. We don’t know, not yet.” He smiles, turning his face more firmly into her stomach. She smells like blood and death, but beneath that she’s warm. Alive. “We can do something good here, Sasha. People are going to need us.”
And they might even be so desperate that they won’t look at him as a monster.
He doesn’t say it. But he thinks it nonetheless.
Sasha is silent for a moment, then takes a breath so deep it moves his head. “Alright. Yeah. What’s the plan?”
“Scope out the villa. Secure the perimeter. Find a source of food and water.” He says, and she nods along, quick eyes already scoping out the area around them. “Sleep. Heal.” He shrugs. “Live.”
“Live?” She echoes, and the first hint of a smile plays at her lips. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”