#Chapter 465 – Home and War

Cora Roger and I are quiet the next morning as we go through our breakfast routine in the kitchen. It’s not an awkward sort of quiet, just…us thinking our own thoughts while staying very close to one another. We stayed up late last night, first attending to the baby. Roger was heartbroken, too, that our barely-formed child was already worried about something – and that it’s all our fault. So we spent a good long time passing him comfort and happy thoughts down our bond, letting him feel reassured. When he finally drifted off to what we call sleep – even though, honestly, it’s probably not an accurate term – Roger and I took a deep breath and finally got back to the real conversation: what the hell we’re going to do. But, of course, we didn’t come up with any solutions. Because our past experiences in the last, barely-finished war have already made it clear to us that trying to make plans? It never works. So we eventually fell asleep holding each other close, whispering promises to