[ He calls back, with a resigned sigh. He is absolutely trying to make some alcohol again now, though. He's already tried everything else: shelter, thicker clothing, a boat, except it all crumbles away or doesn't even form at all.
The bottle appears, cracked through like lace. It breaks in his hand the moment he tries to lift it, and Rhy swears under his breath, blinking back tears. ]
I have no idea. Hours. Days? I don't fucking know.
There's no sun. Just clouds and wind and ocean.
I'm freezing. I can't get anything I make to stay. I can't make a fire that doesn't get blown out. Nothing.
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[ He calls back, with a resigned sigh. He is absolutely trying to make some alcohol again now, though. He's already tried everything else: shelter, thicker clothing, a boat, except it all crumbles away or doesn't even form at all.
The bottle appears, cracked through like lace. It breaks in his hand the moment he tries to lift it, and Rhy swears under his breath, blinking back tears. ]
I have no idea. Hours. Days? I don't fucking know.
There's no sun. Just clouds and wind and ocean.
I'm freezing. I can't get anything I make to stay. I can't make a fire that doesn't get blown out. Nothing.