“It’s hard to be lucky.” He says.
He is lucky to be alive and as well healed as he is following his injuries. He is able to live an independent life - but he is disabled, and always will be. It’s complex.
It’s as complex as it is for Yeshe, who is very lucky to have survived the plague, but will always live with both physical and visible reminders of it.
It’s hard for friends reuniting after the devastation to their city and the loss of many they knew. While their interactions are generally cheerful and professional, meeting after everything makes for emotional shit.










