( She goes quiet, and he's perfectly content to let the conversation die. Content to plow ever onward, to put ever-increasing distance between themselves and Cadens — or, more specifically, between themselves and the annoying squad of assclowns desperate to find him.
They walk.
And walk.
And walk.
And walk.
The miles would pass by faster if they were both on horseback, but the risk that she could take control of the beast and bolt on it was too high. Too many creatures to juggle. What they lose in speed, they make up for in endurance — he never stops to rest, to eat, to sleep, to piss. He doesn't need to. Their pace is steady, constant.
Through the boring mundanity comes an absent sort of peace. His guard slips down a little. )
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They walk.
And walk.
And walk.
And walk.
The miles would pass by faster if they were both on horseback, but the risk that she could take control of the beast and bolt on it was too high. Too many creatures to juggle. What they lose in speed, they make up for in endurance — he never stops to rest, to eat, to sleep, to piss. He doesn't need to. Their pace is steady, constant.
Through the boring mundanity comes an absent sort of peace. His guard slips down a little. )