The cold sun peeling away at their skin already a distant memory, the dry wind and the carefully doled out comforts to those eking out a living on Mars. Things have rapidly changed in the wake of Tekkadan's star that has burnt out too soon. With the economical sanctions lifted, they lived on food that is better that what they've salvaged from the harsh environment and harsher streets in their childhoods.

The economical freedom has come with its muzzle, fake identities and eyes cast down, hands in pockets.

This is different.

"Our first night on this planet, Mikazuki and I built a fire. With actual wood."

Yamagi shifts to his side with a bounce, head a hand's span from Shino's face, "This could have been our life if we were born on Earth. But I know what you mean. I'm already spoiled to share this with you."