Ankyra Sound i'm gonna buckle my knees, and i'm gonna lock them up tight

ingram caught arrille's mutter, but he only grinned in rejoinder. he watched as the rock was flung; and watched as it sank beneath the seafoam flecked waves. arrille bent and picked up another -- and another -- ingram beamed and joined him, his needle nose flinging with careless abandon all manner of rocks and shells he could find.

while only a metaphor for their troubles, it eased his mind to set a task for himself; the physical exercise cleared his mind of crippling thoughts, and being outside on a stormbattered beach with a friend only served to further heighten his spirits. elated that arrille had picked on (albeit reluctantly) ingram smiled between pants and eventually collapsed to the rocky sand with a joyful roll. "i feel better. do you feel better?"