Inspired by the song Dynasties & Dystopia by Arcane

Gunpowder still hangs in the air, sirens blare in the distance. You both lean against the same Jeep, breathing heavy from the mission. “We live in a mess” Rudy murmurs, half laughing, half exhausted. Your voice returns, a deep murmur. “We thrive in it.” He looks at you, that grin that always holds a hint of defiance. You're not heroes in shining armor. You're survivors in a world constantly crumbling.

You switch voices briefly, mimicking a panicked enemy, then your own voice again. Rudy chuckles softly. “You're insane.” “Effective.” Energy pulses between you not romantically soft, but electric. Two people who have learned that morality becomes flexible when everything around you turns dystopian. “If this world collapses” he says “we'll build something out of the rubble.” You nod slightly. You would.