Darian lay on his back staring at the ceiling with brooding golden eyes, his horribly scarred body hidden under turtleneck and gloves and socks, even in the safety of his room.
He lifted Destiny so her head lay on his shoulder.
He Traveled to the common area of the newbie barracks, where Bianca lay on her stomach across the couch in front of the TV.
When she opened them, she lay on her side with her back to her protective wave.
Sofia lay on the cold steel table, her tears still wet but her eyes open and staring blankly.
