Olivia and Sasha
“It should probably be concerning that we view normalcy as weird now,” Sasha remarked as he stretched his legs out, feet crossed at the ankles. “And I’d say vegetarians, but they’ve got options for them. So crazy people, that’s who wouldn’t want to come out here.” Or people who weren’t necessarily fans of the vast majority of Greenbelt residents.
Sasha could say that this kind of normalcy he was more than happy to have back in his life, but things like school were less exciting. But he supposed it all proved in some way that maybe this hadn’t been the end of the world they had all been referring to it as.
“Join the club,” Sasha answered with a faint smile. “Guess food is a big enough draw to help people overlook other things they dislike about this district.” He had no illusions that just because the Hellhounds were walking on the side of the law now, that that meant there weren’t people out there still who disliked them for the havoc they had caused for so many years.