"Where have you been, bro?" Leo asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and relief. He placed his hand lightly on Aaron's shoulder, as if to confirm his friend was truly standing there before him and not some mirage conjured by exhaustion.
"Like I said," Aaron replied calmly, though a faint smile tugged at his lips, "I've been in a long nap." He tried to sound indifferent, but in truth, he couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at seeing Leo again. He had missed this—missed his old friend, his brother-in-arms, someone who once stood by his side before the world fell into chaos.
Leo chuckled bitterly. "A long nap in the middle of an apocalypse, huh? Funny way to put it. Everyone thought you were dead—Alice, Michael, all of us. Honestly, it's a miracle you weren't found until now. Endrick and Geralt… they've been searching for you everywhere." His tone faltered at the mention of those names, the weight of betrayal pressing down on his words.
