***Austin***
"I...am exhausted," I admit, slouched in my chair in the cabin.
"You do look it," Ollie tells me, sitting across from me.
"Cheers for that," I laugh, "three international flights. Jet lag. Not something I've ever had to worry about, if I'm honest. Airports are just...I mean, I got used to a different life. We all did. Here we are, back to the moral drawing board."
Ollie nods solemnly.
"It will be okay, Aus," he says, not sounding even slightly convincing.
"Will it? Our community is just a mess. We've had to bring patrols back, people aren't trusting each other as much. I've just cancelled this year's UK summit because I have no other choice due to safety concerns, thanks to the increasing number of stronger rogues that have also been going bonkers..." I sigh, before the
