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As quickly as she had started to become used to the strange new city, everything had fallen apart. Chaos ensued; violence, bloodshed, explosions encased the entirety of the city, all the while a rift tore through the sky above them. Havoc took a hold of her second chance at life, something that she had long familiarized herself with. This was familiar, this was home. Alternia. Needless bloodshed lining the gutters and the sidewalks, staining the hands of others.
She was too overwhelmed by everything to try and put an end to this, to even begin to try and help anyone. Shell-shocked, in a word. It was a miracle she had been able to hide out in one of the few safe zones set up by those who called this place home just as she had learned to do within the last few weeks.
Movement was all around her, but one figure managed to catch her attention from the corner of her vision. Olive hues flicked over to find that the figure was familiar. Too familiar, from the stature to the clothes, to everything.
And then, it clicked.
“ You’re - alive? You’re alive? “
Disbelief clouded her tone; she shoved someone to the side to get to his. Shaking hands gripped one of his own, as if testing to see if he were actually there and not a sick trick of her mind. The pads of her fingers pressed into the palm of his hand.
He was alive. He was here, in the flesh, not in slavery. He was here.
