For the first time in a while Monica groaned in protest as the sun sank beneath the horizon and she returned to wakefulness. She quickly re-oriented to being in her Jet’s cabin and one hand reached out to touch Viktor’s still chest while the other moved to rest on Warcrow’s Gladius. One step at a time, one breath at a time. The world must persist
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And hey! Not Team Invictus! Team House Constantine!
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