Monroe released a relaxed sigh and shifted so one of his arms was wrapped around her hips. "I wish you could take a break from being leader. I think after this everyone needs a vacation." His words were slurring together with exhaustion, the long night having finally caught up to him.
Dash pulled up his shirt to reveal the long row of stitches stretching across his stomach. "See, built in pockets. It looks like the guy was trying to cut me in half." He droped his shirt and frowned as he looked up at him. "No. I haven't heard about anything that happened during the fight. I take it we won since we are chattiness calmly but beynd that I don't know anything." Dash didn't allow himself to think too much into what this could mean. He knew that people had to have died but he felt it was impossible for any of his friends to be among the dead. A world without them just seemed impossible.



























