Duo crouched to pick up the box, running his fingertips over the wood. It was dust-covered, old, but it was still intact. He felt a shiver of relief work its way out of his chest and stood once more, tucking the box under his arm.
Kisame was being nice. The world, thought Duo, with weary resignation, was probably ending.
"Stars are good," was all he said. It was the wrong skyline, but it was better then being lost under dirt.