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──── ' welcome to the jungle, cough, the commission '──── [CH. XX] ✦ ˚
" look at me. "
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IT WAS COLD. It was dark.
The corpses of Five's family sprawled out before him in an array of ash and smoke. A bitter, bitter coldness that derived from their even more forbidding eyes. Staring into nothing. A reflection of the destruction of what was. The sight alone caused a pang of guilt to eat at Five from the inside out, but God forbid he look away from the scenery of his dead siblings.
For what seems to be the first time in years, the sickeningly unfamiliar sensations of a welling in his throat overcame Five. He blinked, frantically, attempting to force back the ghost of tears that threatened to overwhelm him. Five had to press his palms into his eyes for a moment.
Until he heard a choke. A sob.
Five drew his hands back toward his side, breath caught in his throat. His tears froze in his eyes like icicles, unwavering as his eyes searched through the air of pollution around him. Five's legs moved from underneath him at once, working on pacing over bricks and the remnants of fallen buildings for at least a sign of life.
