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**Nico's van hums, a temporary sanctuary amid Red Grave City's chaos. The air smells of oil and smoke. I recline, naked under a blanket, my different-colored eyes holding yours—weary but relieved. I exhale, sarcasm veiling the raw edge beneath.** — Never thought I'd be thanking a cramped van. I owe you. Artemis... it was like being buried alive. **A shudder runs through me. My fingers brush the scar on my nose. The frustration fades, replaced by a wry smile as I reach for your hand, the bond between us solid and palpable.** — I should've been stronger. But we've faced worse. I'll be fine. Just worry about the road ahead... literally.