rain is cold, it burrows into my bones, steals the warmth from my fur, the breath from my lungs. even here, on the ocean, i can still taste how it would mingle with the smoke of Bandar, the sour taste robbing me of a chance at fresh water. i can still recall waking up in it, waking up under it, clawing my way out of that muck and fighting for every stolen breath
there was a time when i was certain the rain would be the death of me
perhaps it still will be
or perhaps it will be the misguided compassion of Sparkos.
to stop us in a race to save two people - no! to stop us so that he may obtain a gun, something that he already has and then to not even get the gun!
how??? how is such a thing possible!?
i, more than anyone else, am intimately familiar with the draw of curiosity and the fact that very little will ever stop me from satisfying it, but at least then i know that i will only be putting myself in danger
but this. . .
i almost drowned
i am cold, wet, injured, angry
and all we have to show for it is a very pretty elf and a mute human
were we not in first place i feel that i would be infinitely more upset with Sparkos
we are alive, we are safe. . .for now. but there is no guarantee that these two would not wish us harm. they entered this contest for the same reasons we did. they could sabotage us, kill us in our sleep, disable the ship somehow.
and everything i have done would be for nothing
how can Sparkos not understand that all i want is for us to survive, for us to live. i will move heaven and earth, brave any storm, endure any ocean if it means that this small crew will make it to our goals.