He remembered how to call them his brother. And it's not all of them, but it's the two of them at least. Darcy presses their forehead to his shoulder again, half laughing and half tearing up, again.

"I didn't- I didn't think we'd make it out. I can't believe we-" Darcy swallows the lump in their throat, "J'emmerde ce salaud de cinq façons d'aller en enfer."

He couldn't take this from them. Real freedom. Thank God.