“Yeah, let me go get something.” She hurried out of the room, not because she wanted to get away from him but because she was afraid he would see too much of her weakness. Not one inch of her wanted to leave, not now, and she could feel the resolve slipping. The cabinets were next to empty but she grabbed the bag of chips and jar of peanut butter only stopping to pocket a spoon.
“There isn’t much, sorry,” she said, handing him her finds before taking her seat back on the couch next to him. Looking up, she counted the cracks in the ceiling before speaking again. “I don’t want to leave. I’m just afraid. That if I stay they’ll find us and then they’ll find Lock. That if I leave, I won’t see you again.”
He almost fell asleep if not for the VOICES. Thousands of them, perhaps.
notrealnotrealnotreal.
He kept his eyes open, however tired he may have been, and gratefully took the food from her. Plopping the jar of butter to the side, he ripped open the bag of chips and stuffed his mouth as she spoke. Even as he ate, his stomach growled like an un sated beast.
While he chewed, he also chewed over her options. There wasn’t really a choice there. He knew what she wanted, and she probably already knew it, too. “Find what ye can about them, bring it here and I’ll handle it, alright? Get y'self and Lock away from here. Mic, this is not y'battle. I would ne'er forgive m'self it something happened to ye, you know that."
