09-10-2008, 01:22 AM
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There was no point in arguing, he knew, just like there was no point in pointing out that it had been a long time since he had considered death an unfortunate alternative. It wasn't something he actively sought anymore (because there was no point), but it had also been a long time since he had actively sought to avoid it. Every other thing he did he did because there was no point in seeking the alternative and inertia kept keeping him in place. Wherever he ended up, he ended up. That was all. He might have shrugged again but the energy to do so was gone.
They both needed that space, that buffer. It was the original reason he had chosen not to join any pack. As long as there was a grin in the darkness, that reason would remain, and he was certain that would be forever. Wood and locks couldn't keep a monster in place if he really wanted to get out. Distance helped. Lots and lots of distance. He didn't want to be there. The forest likely didn't want him there either.
They both needed that space, that buffer. It was the original reason he had chosen not to join any pack. As long as there was a grin in the darkness, that reason would remain, and he was certain that would be forever. Wood and locks couldn't keep a monster in place if he really wanted to get out. Distance helped. Lots and lots of distance. He didn't want to be there. The forest likely didn't want him there either.
Your arms okay with that?They were both just mad cripples, in the end.