At some point, I started crying again. Someone – Flare, maybe – un-did my hair, which was already falling out of the pony tails, and I felt Flare tangle her hands into it. She held me to her so tightly that it hurt, but I liked the pain. I could feel her tears on my shoulder, dampening the skin. Or maybe that was Glow or Blaze. It didn't matter.

We'd fought together.

We'd won together.

And now we cried together.