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Sana’s about ready to collapse by the time she gets back to Campbell’s. It’s nearly morning now, and she’s spent the last five hours sifting through rubble, hoping to find people who’d gone missing in the last round of bombings. The only reason Campbell hadn’t been with her is because he’d been called away to a different disaster site.
He’s home by now, though, she can hear him inside. She can also hear—
“Sana.” Jin Seon greets her with a smile when she opens the door, sitting at the table with Campbell.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, instantly on guard. “Is something—?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Campbell assures her quickly. “I called him.”
“We… thought you could use some comfort. After tonight.”
“I figured… the more the merrier,” he explains.
She’s not even sure what to say. She’s exhausted— mentally, physically, emotionally— the fear from the bombing is still wearing off, and she’s suddenly completely overwhelmed by the fact that amidst all this, she somehow got so lucky. “Thank you. Both of you, I…”
The tears start before she can even get another word out. But it’s okay; within seconds, two pairs of arms are embracing her.
Yeah. She’s lucky.