Peter hurled the bag of supplies at the cave wall, hot tears streaming down his face. He didn't know what emotion he felt more of–anger or sadness.
“Why?” he yelled, ignoring the fact that the others were sitting only a few feet away from him, each of them reacting in their own way. “Why was I stupid enough to think that we should have a prison break? It’s all my fault!” He threw a rock at the wall this time only for it to bounce back and land at his feet.
But nobody answered him.
“Why aren’t you guys upset?” he turned to them, only to find that they were. In their own way.
Alice was holding Helen, who was crying into her shoulder as she stared off into the distance, numb.
Richard was throwing sticks into the fire every so often, his expression blank.
And Luke and Skylar’s hands were locked together, Luna sitting in between them with her ears down.
Peter panted in anger and exhaustion, only to sit down next to the others and take a deep breath to try and calm himself down.
After a while, the only sounds they could hear was the fire and their own breath.
“So, what do we do now?” Richard asked, looking at everyone, despite the fact that they all were in pretty bad shape.
Peter had no idea. While he hadn’t thought about the prophecy in a while, they also had just lost another member of the group. He didn’t want to do anything. He just wanted to dig a deep hole and die. He wanted to sleep. He wanted peace. He didn’t want this quest anymore.
“We keep going,” Luke said, his face as determined as ever. “What Adalene did was painful, I know, but she would want us to keep going. We have to go through the land.”
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