The sun dipped behind the barracks as they arrived back at base.
Moreau when arrived in this body was confused, resentful, and out of place.
Now, as he stood there again, the place felt home and silent.
As if it too knew this was goodbye.
Renaud waited near the car, giving him a nod. "You sure you want to do the rounds alone?"
Moreau nodded. "Yeah. You go pack up. I'll meet you later."
Renaud raised a hand in mock salute, then wandered off with a whistle in his throat and dust on his boots.
Moreau turned toward the main building, climbed the steps, and walked down the familiar hallway to a door he'd passed a thousand times.
He knocked once.
"Come in," came the voice.
Colonel Perrin sat behind his desk, a half-written memo in front of him, his reading glasses tilted down his nose.
When he looked up and saw Moreau, he didn't look surprised just tired, and maybe a little proud.
"You're not here for more paperwork, I hope," Perrin said.
