[ Oh, he's feeling it now. When he tries to move his left arm, it sure feels crunchy and some of the pain does run through it. Carefully, he holds it as he makes his way to her. Lucia is still on his mind, but he shuts that out. They have a mission to accomplish... And he can only wish he's granted time to grieve for her shade later. That is Bass' voice. He can only imagine there are more of those they know in that tent.
... It's heavy, this sadness. The anger that had been leveled and lying low rises. Why? Why must they see this?
Closing his eyes, he takes one steadying breath. ]
I can march onward. [ ... He opens his eyes to look at her. ] We must.
[ Turning away from the tent, he pushes on, expecting her to follow. She promised to follow closely. ]
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[ Oh, he's feeling it now. When he tries to move his left arm, it sure feels crunchy and some of the pain does run through it. Carefully, he holds it as he makes his way to her. Lucia is still on his mind, but he shuts that out. They have a mission to accomplish... And he can only wish he's granted time to grieve for her shade later. That is Bass' voice. He can only imagine there are more of those they know in that tent.
... It's heavy, this sadness. The anger that had been leveled and lying low rises. Why? Why must they see this?
Closing his eyes, he takes one steadying breath. ]
I can march onward. [ ... He opens his eyes to look at her. ] We must.
[ Turning away from the tent, he pushes on, expecting her to follow. She promised to follow closely. ]