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1 and 8 stood side by side at the edge of the abandoned cathedral, looking out into the emptiness.
From where they stood they could make out two figures walking away from them, one holding an open map in his hands directing the other over the rocky fringes of their safe-haven and towards the three smokestacks in the distance.
The bodyguard, knife in hand, took a step forward to retrieve them, but an outstretched arm from the leader stopped him short.
"No, 8." He spoke with a tone of disinterest. Or perhaps it was resignation. "Let them go."
The two were just visible enough so that 1 could see the face of the taller one as he turned his head to look back while the other kept focused on the map, and for those few moments, the eldest and the youngest locked eyes.
As 9 and 5 completely disappeared over the horizon, too far away for either to hear, 1 sent a silent word across the void.
"Godspeed."