"Ah, love is in the air."

The train to Verdun has always been a silent journey.

Moreau sat by the window, watching the familiar landscape roll past the vast open fields and small villages.

Beside him, Renaud stretched his arms over his head, yawning dramatically.

"Merde, it feels like we haven't been back in years," Renaud muttered, rubbing his tired eyes.

Moreau smirked. "It's only been a few weeks."

"Too long," Renaud grumbled. "A man can only take so much gunfire, betrayal, and military bullshit before he needs a proper drink and a woman to remind him life isn't just trenches and rifles."

Moreau chuckled, shaking his head.

But as the train neared the station, his mind drifted to Élise.

It had been a while since they last saw each other, and if he was being honest with himself, he had missed her.

When the train pulled into the Verdun station, the two men disembarked, stepping onto the platform.