"We should move somewhere else," I said, standing up abruptly and brushing ice crystals from my protective suit. The words came out more sharply than I'd intended, betraying the anxiety that was building in my chest like a physical pressure.
The arena floor was no place for what we had to do—too cold, too exposed, too reminiscent of the battle we'd just fought and what happened as well. The concrete was still damp with melted ice, and the temperature was dropping as the sun began to set beyond the broken windows.
"R-right," Cindy nodded, her voice was tinged with a slight tremor that might have been from cold or nerves or both. She tried to push herself up from the wall, and I automatically reached out to help her.
