"Home, huh?" Takumi softly chuckled, the sound carrying a faint note of disbelief.
The word felt foreign, almost alien, to their ears. Home had become a distant memory, eclipsed by the unrelenting need for survival. Anything beyond staying alive had seemed like a dream, yet now, with the fragile stillness of their current moment, the notion crept back into their thoughts.
"What if they're not there?" Astrid's voice broke the silence, soft yet trembling. "Our families, our neighbors. They might all be dead." Her gaze sank to the ground, her hands in the back of her head
Denji's jaw tightened as her words echoed in his mind.
'She's right, he thought. But we might as well find out instead of wondering forever.'
