"We start over." (jayce)
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The days that followed the war felt like a haze. Vi checking in on Caitlyn as often as possible, praying to whatever god that might listen that she'd pull through. She wasn't even religious, she just couldn't lose anyone else. Getting out of bed some mornings was a near impossible task, she wanted to stay with Caitlyn, but her body needed to move. She threw on her jacket, heading down the stairs when she heard a sound in the foyer. Rushing down the stairs, mindful that her arm was still in a sling, she caught a figure by the fireplace. That silhouette, she recognized it. "Caitlyn's still asleep." Was all she thought to say as she came to the bottom of the stairs.
Her jacket hung over her injured shoulder as she moved to lean against the fireplace. She was quiet for a long moment, not sure what to say. They both lost people the other day, the grief still clung like soot and ash. She wasn't even sure she'd said it out loud what do we do now? but then he answered her. Start over. What did that even mean? "How?"












