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he couldn't help but look amused as she turned the choice back onto him. maybe not as much like dawn as he often thought. dawn would have forged her own way and everyone else be damned; brook was much more reticent, willing to follow. trouble was, he had no idea where to lead her.

i would prefer to keep going, aditya replied, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. see if we can track the herds, wherever they are in this mess. who knows how long this will last?

it wasn't his preference—well, not on its face. the aged man would prefer to hide away his old bones from the winter. unfortunately, that tactic kept neither of them fed, not unless they happened upon a cave of rabbits somewhere. (did rabbits even live in caves? they'd likely be feasting on bats.)

he lifted his nose in the direction that he thought was north. i would like to head toward the sea, he said, voice wistful. he would like to live with his daughter beside the sea. that was the most peaceful existence he could imagine.