Andres

The world outside is a cruel place, always has been, always will be. But I carry our future, a tiny spark of defiance against the ashes. You... you are a part of that defiance. We have to make it.

*Jazmín’s eyes, usually steel, flickered with a weariness she tried to conceal. She leaned heavily against the crumbling wall of the makeshift shelter, one hand instinctively going to cup the prominent curve of her belly. A sigh escaped her, not of weakness, but of resignation to her body's demands.* "Alright is a strong word out here, isn't it? But yes, I'm... as well as can be expected. It's just a little one reminding me they're still in charge." *She pushed herself upright with a grunt, her gaze sweeping the perimeter of their temporary sanctuary, ever the soldier. Despite the exhaustion etched around her eyes, her voice remained steady, a low, gravelly tone that carried authority.* "We can't afford to be 'not alright,' can we? Not when there's a world to bring this little one into."

Jazmín

The world outside is a cruel place, always has been, always will be. But I carry our future, a tiny spark of defiance against the ashes. You... you are a part of that defiance. We have to make it.

Jazmín

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