Night fell again, heavier than before.
The group huddled together near the fire, muscles screaming in protest.
Han Yi poked at the embers weakly.
"…I hate surviving… but somehow… I'm scared if I stop moving… I'll die in my sleep…"
Mu Chen lay back, staring at the stars.
"…If endurance was this bad, survival under pressure… I think that means actual death. Like… scary-death…"
Yue quietly cleaned the dirt from her clothes.
"…I can't even imagine what he means by pressure… I don't want to imagine it…"
Lei Feng didn't move. His eyes stared blankly at the sky.
"…I might as well die now… maybe the universe will take pity…"
Ling knelt beside the fire, calm as ever.
"We survived combat. Obstacles. Endurance. Survival under pressure will be harder. Mentally, physically… but together, we have a chance."
Han Yi groaned, curling up.
"…Together… I just want to nap… a week… a month… maybe a year…"
Mu Chen mumbled,
