Maybe. Mat isn't really sure, and he finds he doesn't want to think about the particulars.
"It wasn't like this, all...metal boxes stacked together. Was a city, had streets and stairs and all that. Places to run. Gates leading out." Not trapped like this, as though on a raft moored in the midst of gathering storms.
"There's nowhere to go here, Jesper. There's nowhere to run."
That may be the worst of it, for Mat. The sense of being trapped, of having no escape strategy, no exit. There's only the wasteland and that...toxin below, that seems to be lapping at the walls of the odd thing they're on top of.
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Maybe. Mat isn't really sure, and he finds he doesn't want to think about the particulars.
"It wasn't like this, all...metal boxes stacked together. Was a city, had streets and stairs and all that. Places to run. Gates leading out." Not trapped like this, as though on a raft moored in the midst of gathering storms.
"There's nowhere to go here, Jesper. There's nowhere to run."
That may be the worst of it, for Mat. The sense of being trapped, of having no escape strategy, no exit. There's only the wasteland and that...toxin below, that seems to be lapping at the walls of the odd thing they're on top of.
"What are we going to do?"