Nobody can ever be truly trusted. As much as one would want to place all trust into their closest companion, deep inside they know it's only going to backfire. It's human nature to betray those dear to us in an act of self preservation.
No one knew...
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Stumbling up the rocky walls of the gorge, the group had been exhausted, carrying the additional weight of their soaked clothes. Raina was breathing heavily, letting her dress drop the floor, no longer able to hold it up as her arms had gone dead. If she stumbled over it she didn't care anymore, it was not worth the effort. None of them were talking much, silently hoping that their way out would arrive soon.
Their prayers were answered when a tank rumbled over the hill, dust and gravel spewing from its treads. From the gun turret there was someone waving at them, both Inej and Wylan were happily yelling to capture their attention. Raina felt relief flood her, her legs ready to collapse at any moment from exhaustion. When she had turned around, she believed that to be true, the sight before her making her weak.
"Saints, Kaz, you actually look happy." Nina had called out and Raina noticed that she had been correct.
"Don't be ridiculous." Kaz snapped but there was no denying it, he was grinning like a total idiot, making Raina transfixed on the upturn of his lips, a sight she had not seen in years.
From there, they got into the tank, passing Fjerdans who must've had a shock seeing a collection of hooting kids clinging to a tank painted with the Fjerdan flag, charging along like some deranged float gone astray from its parade; a girl in purple silk and a boy with red-gold curls poking out from behind the guns; four soaked people holding tight to the sides for dear life – a Shu boy in prison clothes, two bedraggled drüskelle, a girl wearing an expensive blue dress, laughing loudly, a half-naked girl in shreds of teal chiffon shouting, We have a moat!
