Cricket Creek Bog it just ain't anywhere

he shook his head quickly, thanking whatever gods there were that he had the foresight to lie. i told them elysium, far away, cam said. and they'd believed him—or at least pretended to. they're not. . .good. we need to get her out of there.

and none of what mal said about their allies was comforting. couldn't they get any help? of course i'm coming back, he said, the slightest bit of hurt seeping into his voice. he couldn't blame mal, really; he'd left more than once. 

but he'd always, always, come back. and he always would.

let's go, he replied in fervent agreement, and began to trudge forward through the snow. he was more than happy to leave that swamp behind. if only he could say the same about the saints. . . because he would see them again. he'd see them again when they rescued simmik from their clutches.

they would. right?

last from me!