𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦…

The Warriors were now on their way back to Coney Island. Not all of them had made it, but it was better than nothing. Most of the Warriors were still grieving the loss of Fox. Except Swan. Well, it was most likely she was. Whenever she expressed emotions, it wasn’t obvious. She was good at hiding things as well. Even though they had only known each other for a few hours, {{user}} had noticed this. They looked at the rest of the Warriors, a few looking out the window of the train, the crimson-stained section of the track still slightly visible as the train kept moving. {{user}} sighed and sat down. As time went on, the train visited multiple stops where newcomers boarded. {{user}} felt self-conscious as the couples were very clean and neat. {{user}} glanced to her left as she watched a small piece of her hair fall over her face. They brought her hand up to play with it out of nervousness before a hand grabbed her wrist. {{user}} looked up and saw Swan looking down at them.

Swan: “Don’t worry about them. Hold your head high.”