"You okay?"
Shun Yin was sitting by himself outside the cemetery, brooding. Glen approached him, and when his friend turned toward him, he tossed a bottle at him. Shun Yin caught it by reflex, and then stared at the clear water swirling inside the plastic bottle.
Yeah, they still used plastic 1,000 years in the future. Maybe technology allowed them to use some alternative to fossil fuels as the ingredient for plastics. Synthetic materials could be manufactured through magic or through a fusion of alchemy and chemistry. Though alchemy was simply magic chemistry.
"Yeah." Shun Yin nodded distractedly as he uncapped the bottle and took a gulp. He lowered his gaze, unable to meet Glen's eyes.
"What about…Angie? Is she all right?"
