The ride to the airport was quick and ambivalent. Some parts of the large vehicle were silent, others parts were filled with uproarious laughter, and the rest was filled with incoherent bickering that added to the disorderly ambiance.
Weasel had unsurprisingly fit right into Bastion and Nemean's bickering like a final puzzle piece.
The likeness of the irascible and shameless behavior left Weasel feeling particularly light, not weighed down by some of the mental burdens pushed to remote corners of his mind to lessen their torment.
It was different for Kieran, though.
His mind wasn't present, enjoying the moment or noting the growing relationships between his teammates and friends. His mind visited the future—well, his version of it at least.
'So many things to accomplish. So little time to do them.'
