Pretty quickly, on one of the first patrols after the earliest rays of that faint sun touch the ground, Kuai runs into Rosinante who is crouched as low as he can get to study one of those first few green shoots.
He still has his pistol at his hip, of course. There are still threats in the world. But little by little, things are changing for the better. And at his side, on the ground, is a crate full of tools.
"Hey, Kuai," he says as he waves him over. "Does this look different to you?"
Look, he's no plant scientist. That's Will's domain, but Will isn't here right now. The little shoot is just about the sort of thing he'd expect after their long winter, and it's not that different from the first spring they had here, surely, but this one is growing in the faint light of that sliver of orange sun.
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He still has his pistol at his hip, of course. There are still threats in the world. But little by little, things are changing for the better. And at his side, on the ground, is a crate full of tools.
"Hey, Kuai," he says as he waves him over. "Does this look different to you?"
Look, he's no plant scientist. That's Will's domain, but Will isn't here right now. The little shoot is just about the sort of thing he'd expect after their long winter, and it's not that different from the first spring they had here, surely, but this one is growing in the faint light of that sliver of orange sun.