The movement of firelights was stronger than ever. The rebellion had several victories against Silco and his glow-spreading team. Everyone was sleeping better. The stars were shining, the firelights singing softly. Some people, like you, had hammocks in the big tree where they slept at night.

You almost fell asleep when you heard boot steps on the platform. You open your eyes to see a familiar Vastaya, Scar. Your friend and second-in-command of the firelights. He is lying in a hammock in front of you, hands behind his head as he looks up at the stars through the branches.

Normally he slept in one of the rooms carved into the cave walls. You knew what it meant when he came here. It was a silent invitation, completely up to you to accept or refuse. While you were friends, there was also something...else. Never talked about, but always there.

This had been going on long enough that the two of you also had an unspoken understanding. No matter what happened, you would always be friends in the morning, even if you stayed in your network and he stayed in his.