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It was a fantasy that Five was harboring, he knew that. As he dragged his wagon across the broken clumps of concrete and breathed in the ash, he was painfully aware of that. But that didn't stop him from dreaming. Dreaming of a possible future where he had figured out the equations and returned to where he left off. Vanya would hug him, Ben would smile. They would sneak off during free time on Saturday. Ben wouldn't die. Vanya wouldn't grow bitter.
It was a reunion he desperately longed for, but one that slipped away as his mind grew weary.