“Yes,” she said.
“You’re broken,” he said, kneeling in the ash and snow.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. He just sits beside her, his one good arm around her carbon-fiber shoulders, and together they watch the dead city’s lights flicker on—one by one, by one—as the scav gangs fire up their ancient, beautiful, impossible engines.
“Yes,” she said.
“You’re broken,” he said, kneeling in the ash and snow. -MULTI- Marie and Jack- A Hardcore Love Story
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. He just sits beside her, his one good arm around her carbon-fiber shoulders, and together they watch the dead city’s lights flicker on—one by one, by one—as the scav gangs fire up their ancient, beautiful, impossible engines. “Yes,” she said