My mates. My Goddamn stupid, infuriating, amazing mates.
The last thing I remembered clearly was the cold swallowing me whole.
Then some fragments here and there.
And Seven. Seven was dead.
I remembered his face when I told him he was going to die when the sirens started blaring.
I remembered then another sensation, warmth, surrounding me, warming me up from the inside out. Hot liquid silver dragging me back, still here, still underwater.
Keres.
‘He’d marked us’ Eden said ‘He’d saved us’
Relief hit so hard it hurt worse than some of the injuries, which felt frankly unnecessary. I was already at capacity. There should have been a limit to how many emotions one traumatized body could process before earning a small snack and perhaps a medically induced coma.
But no.
We were all t
