The hunting party. This crew. They all need a family so bad. Trys has never had an equal and Kireek and Katya have never had anyone at all and Garou lost everything and has been alone for so so long. They’re all so used to fending for themselves and looking over their shoulders, none of them have had people watching their backs in a long time.
It’s the way they do everything that really gets me. They’re all clinging to a cause (like salvation, like a purpose) and carefully not clinging to each other and trying connection so clumsily (awkward card games and shared secrets and stories from an old familiar book and gifts and protection and care).
They know what it means to be a party, to trust each other without words, to share a mission and a life, to know exactly what you’re all capable of and keep it as a comfort not a threat, to share nights in front of a fire, and impossible battles, and for the world to shift and bend just a little under your combined weight. They know how much it means. No one has ever needed a found family more than them, (they’re all so alone) but they can’t be that for each other, at least not yet. They can’t be family, they can’t trust each other, they can barely be civil but they can’t help but reach again and again.