"North it is," she agreed, and something in how easily she said it made the whole thing feel less like a guess and more like a plan.
We packed up what we'd looted— the rope coiled and slung over my shoulder, the emergency supplies stuffed into the bag Jisoo had apparently scavenged at some point without me noticing, the radio tucked carefully against her chest like she wasn't ready to let it out of her hands yet even though it hadn't said anything useful in the last 20 minutes.
I checked the binoculars were secure around my neck and looked over at her.
"Ready?"
She nodded, but she didn't move right away. Instead she looked back out at the view one more time— the smoke, the moons, the broken bridges, all of it like she was trying to hold onto it a little longer before we went back down into the part of the trial that actually wanted to kill us. "It really is pretty," she said quietly. "Even with everything wrong about it."
"Yeah," I said, looking at the same view. "It is."
