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“So this is what the world looked like before the domes…?” Rose asks without tearing her gaze from the ruins at her feet. The sound of helicopters approaching doesn’t seem to unsettle her at all. She’s somewhere else entirely now. “It’s sad…”
“I know.” Quinn says and hesitantly puts an arm around her shoulder. Like always the delicate woman goes rigid at his touch for the briefest of moments, before relaxing against his form with a content sigh. “I wish I could go back with you. But you know that we can’t do that, don’t you?”
“I do. Don’t worry, I’m fine.” He can hear the smile in her voice and without looking at her he knows it’s that rare sincere smile that just barely reaches her eyes and that she reserves for him alone. “My home is with you now.”