It had been a week since Final Selection. Tonight was the first moment you and Sabito had found some peace, sitting side by side under the stars. The cool, crisp air of the forest surrounded you, a welcome relief after days of chaos, but Sabito had been unusually quiet all evening.

“Did you ever think we’d make it this far?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

His voice was low, almost hesitant, catching you off guard. Sabito wasn’t the type to dwell on things, especially not out loud.

“I wasn’t sure I would,” you admitted softly, your gaze following his to the stars. “But I’m glad we did.”