Sunset Valley Lights from the airfield, shining upon you.

Rye's shift in demeanor gave Towhee a little bit of whiplash. "Wait," she said, not sure which she found more perplexing: the tears or the words. "What? What're you talking about, Rye?"

She slid down beside him, looking at him a little strangely, admittedly. Where had this come from? One minute, they were talking about Nyra's attack and the next, he was crying about fucking up his life and hers. Towhee genuinely could not think of what on earth he meant about her, specifically.

"Dude," Towhee said, touching her nose gently to his shoulder, "talk to me." As she gazed at him, it hit her: Rye might very well be her oldest friend these days, with so many of the others dead and gone. "What do you mean when you say you fucked up?"