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Scott’s on his back, staring up at a sky full of stars. It’s beautiful, if he ignores the wreckage around them and the ever-present smell of burning on the breeze.
“We’ve been in worse situations than this.” the eldest brother notes, mostly to himself because Virgil hasn’t said anything in a while and Scott hopes he’s asleep. In the starlight he can watch the rise and fall of his brother’s ribs. Heck, it’s so quiet he can hear every puff of breath against his chest.
“No belts, No salvageable technology. Surrounded by water and not a drop to drink but hey, at least we’re above ground now. I’m sure Johnny’s looking for us. He’ll find us.” Scott’s faith in their brother is unshakable. No matter what the Hood does to them, the Tracy brothers will find each other. Always.