Zhoron’s POV I return my mind to the papers sitting atop my chest. I should not have put them there. I did not need to, but I was too worn to deny myself their warmth. Even if their traces barely lingered. Eying the horizon, I wait as long as I can stew in my cowardice…

Mekhi’s POV Everyone gasps, Aias included. “We’re not watching a fucking movie,” Wequie declares, and before they can protest, he bundles the cord and shoves it down his shirt. It presses foolishly against it, already slipping out the bottom, but he acts as if he doesn’t as he props his hands on his hips. “It’s…