[ Among the lessons of the Barithian hunt had been this: the nest didn't extend forever. There was a limit, a point at which the thoughts and feelings receded. Rust's working on his walls, sketching tentative lines between himself and the rest of them, but it's been too long since he last had his thoughts to himself and—well, fuck it. He'll take the easy way out.
It's early, the air still cool, sea more black than red. The fisherman who'd offered to take him out has expressed so many concerns about water-soaked robes that Rust suspects anything less than a tragic drowning will break his heart.
He's grabbing an extra pole when she turns up, and he can't muster much in the way of surprise or even disappointment. ] We're just heading out. [ Rust doesn't brush past her to step into the boat—wouldn't be so nakedly rude—but his thoughts list that way. ] Something you need?
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It's early, the air still cool, sea more black than red. The fisherman who'd offered to take him out has expressed so many concerns about water-soaked robes that Rust suspects anything less than a tragic drowning will break his heart.
He's grabbing an extra pole when she turns up, and he can't muster much in the way of surprise or even disappointment. ] We're just heading out. [ Rust doesn't brush past her to step into the boat—wouldn't be so nakedly rude—but his thoughts list that way. ] Something you need?