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The Song of the Living
Someone whistles an almost forgotten song as evening falls in the camp. Gigi wonders how anyone can possess music, much less whistle, here, knowing what they know.
Then she sees it’s him, the smirking one, the one who laughs when the rest cry. She glares at him. He chuckles.
She can’t stand it anymore. “How can you be so happy when the world is dying around us, and we’re stuck behind barbed wire?”
“Is crying the answer? Curling up in a ball? Only if you want to give up.”
“Then live confidently, Princess. It confuses the tyrants.”
The song being whistled: