They walk along that narrowed path, extra careful out of worry that the refrozen snow continues on the ground, and shiver all the more as the icy walls rise higher on either side. The walk is quiet, until the halfway point. (Too far to turn back?)
'Come to me...'
Chris hears the Tristitia as a voice in their head. Past experience has taught them that an attempt to resist will make that voice louder, and cause pain. And at the moment, well... the only way out is through.
They exhale a heavy breath and say quietly, "She's up ahead. Waiting for us."
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They walk along that narrowed path, extra careful out of worry that the refrozen snow continues on the ground, and shiver all the more as the icy walls rise higher on either side. The walk is quiet, until the halfway point. (Too far to turn back?)
'Come to me...'
Chris hears the Tristitia as a voice in their head. Past experience has taught them that an attempt to resist will make that voice louder, and cause pain. And at the moment, well... the only way out is through.
They exhale a heavy breath and say quietly, "She's up ahead. Waiting for us."