Zero smiles. He’s glad he’d found himself in the catacombs. He’d had no reason to be there, and yet instinct had drawn him there, and he’d learned long before the war ever started to rely on his instincts.

“You will not be a burden, or trouble, I’m glad to offer you a place with us.” He extended his hand in offer. Wing was part of the team now, one of the crew. Zero would welcome the company while he searched the abandoned city for things they could use, and clues as to what happened here, for Wing’s sake. He’d also welcome the company on the long trip back to where the rest of the refugees waited for Zero’s return.