Marius leads the way, casting intermittent, ill at ease glances at Cosette from over his shoulder. He points his bow down onto the damp ground but keeps an arrow nocked in the event that he would be compelled to use it. Only if necessary, he tells himself, only if I am forced to.
He's not very certain how much truth lies in those thoughts any longer.
Whenever Cosette is not within his sights he listens closely to the sound of her footsteps, listens to her voice, and his fearful heart is momentarily calmed. As long as he can hear her dainty feet step upon cracking twig and sodden rainforest ground, he grows content in the knowledge that she is safe, she is still alive, he yet possesses a reason to fight.
They are low on food and water and he can feel its effects in the weakening grip on his bow and the mild drag in his step; aside from that it would seem that they have so far evaded the danger of having to face an opponent, but Fortuna can only look upon them for so long. He knows this, but assuring himself of her continued existence in this arena might as well be his sanity's anchor, and he clings to it like a drowning man. Unfortunately, the devoted attention he gives her also causes more occasions for him to be less mindful of whatever else surrounds them.
His eyes are focused directly ahead this time, far from where Eva is securely hidden, but it's Cosette that fills his thoughts as he asks her, "Do you require some rest, my love?"
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He's not very certain how much truth lies in those thoughts any longer.
Whenever Cosette is not within his sights he listens closely to the sound of her footsteps, listens to her voice, and his fearful heart is momentarily calmed. As long as he can hear her dainty feet step upon cracking twig and sodden rainforest ground, he grows content in the knowledge that she is safe, she is still alive, he yet possesses a reason to fight.
They are low on food and water and he can feel its effects in the weakening grip on his bow and the mild drag in his step; aside from that it would seem that they have so far evaded the danger of having to face an opponent, but Fortuna can only look upon them for so long. He knows this, but assuring himself of her continued existence in this arena might as well be his sanity's anchor, and he clings to it like a drowning man. Unfortunately, the devoted attention he gives her also causes more occasions for him to be less mindful of whatever else surrounds them.
His eyes are focused directly ahead this time, far from where Eva is securely hidden, but it's Cosette that fills his thoughts as he asks her, "Do you require some rest, my love?"