"It sounds wonderful. Not the war part, but all the things you do to push against it. Still living, even when it's awful."

She reaches out, patting his arm. That's what this night is about. Celebrating summer. Being alive. There's a part of her soul that's still raw and bleeding from how hard she has to hold on, but - well. Right now, they're supposed to be happy.

"You know how to sing? You should."