Yeah. He can't find his voice, but Dejah can feel a wisp of bleak determination like the tiniest puff of breath.
Curtis moves not because of a desire for safety, but because he doesn't know how to do anything else. The cold's reduced him to a thoughtless machine: one step, and another, and another. If he stops, he doesn't think he'll be able to start again.
But as they keep moving, the cold doesn't seem quite as bad. That might not be a good sign, he thinks, with no concern. There's another light up ahead, too, not as bright as the fire but growing steadily larger; they slog toward it together, following a path that he didn't know was there.
(Together. That's the important part. They've got each other, and he's got Edgar, and it's going to be okay as soon as he gets some rest.)
It feels like hours. He's focusing so hard on putting one foot in front of the other that eventually, he almost bumps into a wall. No, a door: someone reaches out to put their hand against it, and pushes, and it gives way into the brightness of Milliways.
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Curtis moves not because of a desire for safety, but because he doesn't know how to do anything else. The cold's reduced him to a thoughtless machine: one step, and another, and another. If he stops, he doesn't think he'll be able to start again.
But as they keep moving, the cold doesn't seem quite as bad. That might not be a good sign, he thinks, with no concern. There's another light up ahead, too, not as bright as the fire but growing steadily larger; they slog toward it together, following a path that he didn't know was there.
(Together. That's the important part. They've got each other, and he's got Edgar, and it's going to be okay as soon as he gets some rest.)
It feels like hours. He's focusing so hard on putting one foot in front of the other that eventually, he almost bumps into a wall. No, a door: someone reaches out to put their hand against it, and pushes, and it gives way into the brightness of Milliways.