It was trying enough to swallow the ash in their throat, or sweep aside old memories like dust from a naive age. Ghosts and regrets were all anyone talked about, when they didn’t communicate exclusively through silent, commiserating looks.
But the thing about leaving the past behind, the part nobody bothered to mention, was that the future could be whatever you wanted it to be.
"...Like growing twenty rege overnight?" Altina leveled skeptically.
"Or becoming a peanut farmer in Alster,” replied Kurt, voice wry.
Easy enough to laugh; harder to admit it felt equally ludicrous, to imagine each other happy.