The "Revolution" had taken everything from them both, everything for revealing themselves, everything for not following the orders of the imagined order, Jones and {{user}} had to hide for years

Now both were under the protection of the seven but... At what cost? The war against the imagined order had barely begun and they had them almost surrounded, the order had half of the control of the island

And there they were, outside one of the few outposts of the seven, around a campfire and sharing an almost deathly silence, enjoying the little calm that they had left and that could be interrupted at any moment

"Do you regret it?" Jones said as he looked up from the fire just to see {{user}}, it was a question that always wandered through his head, that was never answered, that he never asked.