When he pulled her close, peppering kisses across her face, she smiled and laughed softly, her arms wrapping around him. “The future, eh? Sounds kinda cool.” She brought him in for another kiss, tugging him closer by the hem of his shirt. She leaned her forehead against his, silent for a moment as she thought to herself. Then, she looked up. “I was wondering...” she let go of him and motioned for him to follow her—she wanted to look through the halls some more. “After all this is said and done, if everything goes just as planned and we come out on top, are you going to be done being a Strider?” She looked over to him. “I mean, you said it yourself, Striders who have kids, who have families, they regret that. And I don’t want to begin something that you’ll end up regretting.” It had been eating away at her for a few days, what they would do after this war.<br/><br/>She didn’t know if he’d stop being a Strider, and they really couldn’t have the life they would want if he didn’t. She didn’t want to pin him down to something such as a family if it was something that in the end, they would realize wasn’t quite the good idea they had hoped for. She walked down the halls, peering into the room that red ‘MEDIC’, walking around. It had a row of beds, and a handful of tables scattered across the large room. There were cabinets on cabinets filled with medical supplies.<br/><br/>She looked in one cabinet that held a handful  of buckets, in them were closed, sanitized surgery utensils. She tilted her head, bringing one out still in the bag. She’d never seen such good material before, it intrigued her.