So the plan is to lie here until we die? It’s not a plan, Nighteyes. It’s inevitable. I thought you were more of a wolf than that. That stung. I scowled and spoke aloud into the darkness. “Give me a better plan, then.” Make up your mind. Is Death a friend? Then go joyfully to hunt with it, as I did. If it’s an enemy, then fight it. But don’t sag here like a wounded cow waiting for predators to finish it off. You are not prey, nor I! If we must die, let us die as wolves! What would you have me do? Chew off my legs? A brief silence. Then, Could you do that?
nighteyes i missed u bro
