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ASTORIA CAELUS
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Astoria practically choked at his reaction. He took the opportunity to scan the emblem on the inside of her elbow and wave her through, acting as if it was nothing. “How- how are you okay with that? Jesus Christ, how messed up did the war leave you? He was an innocent man! He was just doing his job! And you straight up murdered him!”

She’d thought one of the rebels had somehow gotten inside the craft when she’d heard the gunshot. She’d just been outside the door when it had happened, the gunshot making her afraid for her own life. So when one of them... one of their own, somebody who was supposed to be on their side, emerged with literal blood on his hands, she’d stood for far too long, staring at the scene. The man had been dead. He’d been killed instantly. She'd found them a pilot, one of the very few reserve pilots that hadn't fled from the fighting or been killed. They'd left, and they'd been relatively safe. But that didn't mean that the blood and the look on the dead man's face hadn't haunted her for months after.

“You’re as bad as the rebels. I hope you realize that. And I hope you’re tried as one of them,” she swore. She could feel the anger building in her veins, in her bones, so she made herself turn away and enter the house, searching for a familiar face. Plenty of familiar faces, people she recognised from home. A few she didn't. But one thing stood out to her. There wasn't a single soul from her district there. Just her. Did the teleportation district even still stand? Was she the only one left? All around her were heartfelt reunions, and she didn't know what to feel. Because this was the closest she'd been to home in years. No. She had to keep her chin up. If nobody was here, there had to be someone waiting for her at home. There had to be.


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EILIAN AMINUS
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He hadn't even realised how much he'd missed Demi. He'd found himself wondering, wondering if she'd made it out, worrying about how she was doing. His world had become such a whirlwind in the past year or so that he'd hardly had time to think, and Aurum had been the last thing on his mind. But he'd never stopped wondering about Demi. And knowing now that she was doing so well... it was impossible not to be extraordinarily happy.

He laughed as she asked if he was looking after himself. "Well..." he started, a little uncertainly, before laughing. "I'm doing fine. More than fine, actually. I, uh... I joined a band," he admitted. "And we're doing pretty okay. Shows all over the UK, Europe, that kind of thing. Got a few shows coming up in the area," he said, making it sound as if it was no big thing. But then he broke into a grin. "It's amazing, Demi. There's no feeling like it, it's incredible. You should come to one of the shows!" He gushed. He was aware of more and more people arriving, aware that he was hogging Demi's attention, and completely aware that he didn't care. This meant more to him than he could put into words. The flights out here had been expensive, and he was kinda banking on Demi letting him stay because the flights had drained his bank account and a hotel had been a little out of his price range. But he'd do it all again, just to see her.

He knew in the back of his head that this golden comet had to be a message, one way or another. And the thought of going home... well, it wasn't one that was entirely welcome. But seeing everyone here was just so incredible. This was the only thing he'd missed about home, and he fully intended on enjoying it.