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[align=left]heroes always get remembered
[i][b]―― but you know legends never die
Charlie didn't see why the group didn't just move entirely. The houses were gone, the resources were gone... why bother sticking around? And by building huts, even more supplies would be wasted. Was it too much of a hassle to simply move into a building in the city? They'd probably provide more reliable shelter as well. But, if that's what Margaux was doing, then he'd might as well get off his ass and help. Besides, if she tried to do this herself, then she'd probably get hurt.
He had a vague idea on how to build something, but he was no architect by any means, so he'd have to use his common knowldge and wing it. Charlie picked up a few planks of wood and balanced them on his shoulder before heading to an empty plot to get started.
