He's stopped listening to Kell's words. They all translate into the hiss and crackle of the fire in his ears. That last jab lands, though, and Wilhelm snaps right back.

"Fuck you. You're the one who's blind!"

Wilhelm feels like the only one who can see the path out of this. Nobody else is willing to look. And because he's the only one who can see, he's the only one who can save the rest of them. It's too much, the weight of so many lives resting on his narrow shoulders.

Forgetting all about the rat he'd been cooking, he lurches to his feet. He hurls the stone he's wielding into a nearby tangle of dead roots. The snap and crash of it landing doesn't satisfy his frustration, which rolls into his stomping retreat from the glow of the fire. He's going to go find Erik.