We moved on as one for a while. We had plans. Back to the States, back to the E-house for a trip, back to the Martinez house for a visit.
It was just us, but with one big hole.
They found the other's families, but we mostly didn't care.
They suggested we join the others who were rescued. There was a camp, where they learned to live, or were given comfort as they died. We didn't care, it was too much like what we'd fought.
We'd known a kind of freedom for five years, and we'd keep it that way.