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There were some things Elisa knew she would never get used to.

Goliath's arm was firmly around her and she knew she was safe; she could stare at the sky above lit by the silver moon and stars closer now than before and the city below in a sight both comfortingly familiar for how many times she walked those streets and utterly new, lit by a thousand glows of streetlamps and car lights as people went about their business like any other day in a mosaic spread before her.

There were some things she would never get used to and it was for the better if it meant a breathtaking sight like this every time.