The last days were probably the sweetest. Maybe that's just the hazy glow that memory spreads across everything, but I don't think so. Our little crew had been together, non-stop, for a few months at that point, even the newest addition. We'd bickered and laughed together, bled for each other, killed for each other. We'd wept for our failures, and celebrated our victories. There were still differences between us, and it wasn't rare for those to flare into conflict, but there was a comfortable familiarity even to those.
We were so close to our goal that the excitement often bubbled over at random moments. Jokes were funnier, food tasted better. Soon, everything would be as it should be. Just one more hill to climb, one more fight to win. Of course we were going to win. We'd had our setbacks, but through it all, she'd lead the way, ensuring victory. She was invincible. We were invincible.
I miss those last, glorious days.
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