They stayed where they were for a while — perched on that broken ledge like two gutter kings looking out over a kingdom of rot and ruin. Dancer lurked a few beams away, eyes glinting whenever the moon broke through the cloud cover.
Savier leaned back on his elbows, still catching his breath, a smile tugging at his battered mouth. "Shit… feels good to do that again. You ever miss the old runs? The drills? Damn, Johnkiss… nothing like burning your lungs out, huh?"
Johnquis grunt, rolling his shoulders where the harness straps bit in. "Back then I thought it was hell. Now? I'd kill for another hour in that School gym. Just bruises and instant noodles waiting at the end. God… I miss those cup noodles."
"Ha! Yeah…"
