Word Count: 100
Low crackling noises spread through the campsite from the fire. Five boys stared into the flames.
Trowa, back against a tree, was reminded of his time with the mercenaries. Quatre, leaning against Trowa’s chest, tried to avoid thinking of colonies blasted from space. Flame-fed images of Maxwell Church ablaze danced behind Duo’s eyes, while Heero, head resting on Duo’s leg, imagined he heard again explosions from the apartment building he’d destroyed during his training. Wufei, apart as always, wondered if Meiran had had time to feel pain.
The silence grew steadily gloomier... until Duo suddenly burst out “Anyone bring marshmallows?”