Sora's POV
The news comes while I'm elbow-deep in a chest wound.
I hear it before I understand it. A change in the noise outside. Not the noise of a raid. The opposite of that.
A camp full of people all going quiet at once. Then loud in a new way. Running feet, raised voices, the sound a place makes when everything just changed.
I don't go out.
There's a man open on my table and his life doesn't care what's happening in the yard. I keep my hands where they are. I close him. I check him twice.
Only then do I strip my gloves and step out into the light.
The war is over.
I don't get told first. I feel it first.
Three months I've read this camp with my body. The tension in it. The way everyone walks braced, like the ground might open. The way the air stays pulled tight from the perime
