"Well, I agree we shouldn't draw undue attention to ourselves." Combeferre pulled the two water bottles from the airport out of his cargo pants. "I tried to think ahead. I don't know how much of our things sank, but since I rescued some of mine at least we have some water and--" he double checked the box "--a knife and a first aid kit."
He chewed his bottom lip for a minute, thoughtful. "Normally I wouldn't advocate leaving behind people in need," he began slowly, "but if we stay and help them, they will look at us like we know what to do. Like leaders or--or mentors. And if they think of us as "leaders" or even have an inkling they know we know what to do, they won't leave us alone. We wouldn't be able to avoid the death march through the jungle with a group of crash survivors in tow."
Combeferre had felt the evil spirits too, that Courfeyrac described, and shuddered a little. They were the most malevolent presence he could ever remember. He knew it could only get worse, and the idea of dragging innocent bystanders into a possible spiritual hell was not an option for him.
"It's an awful thing to suggest, leaving people stranded here. But if we just go quietly, without attracting attention ... that might be better anyway." He gave Bahorel and Courfeyrac a grim smile. "We need to find Enjolras and Grantaire fast. I don't know if they need to be rescued or what, but I can feel it. The foreboding and dread and sense that there are Enemies" he pronounced the word to make the capital letter evident "hunting us. I don't think they're dead. I can feel our friends' spirits, somehow. It's nothing tangible. Just--a feeling. You know that white noise when you leave the tv on after taking out a movie? It's sort of like that. That's how I know they can't be dead. And so we should find them. I wish I had a compass," he said, suddenly frustrated with what he didn't have. Sure, the pistols were reassuring, but he could never find his way without signs, maps, or best of all a GPS, and he was a little worried that in this great big jungle in this great big continent it might take far too long to find their friends.
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Date: 2013-04-21 01:25 am (UTC)He chewed his bottom lip for a minute, thoughtful. "Normally I wouldn't advocate leaving behind people in need," he began slowly, "but if we stay and help them, they will look at us like we know what to do. Like leaders or--or mentors. And if they think of us as "leaders" or even have an inkling they know we know what to do, they won't leave us alone. We wouldn't be able to avoid the death march through the jungle with a group of crash survivors in tow."
Combeferre had felt the evil spirits too, that Courfeyrac described, and shuddered a little. They were the most malevolent presence he could ever remember. He knew it could only get worse, and the idea of dragging innocent bystanders into a possible spiritual hell was not an option for him.
"It's an awful thing to suggest, leaving people stranded here. But if we just go quietly, without attracting attention ... that might be better anyway." He gave Bahorel and Courfeyrac a grim smile. "We need to find Enjolras and Grantaire fast. I don't know if they need to be rescued or what, but I can feel it. The foreboding and dread and sense that there are Enemies" he pronounced the word to make the capital letter evident "hunting us. I don't think they're dead. I can feel our friends' spirits, somehow. It's nothing tangible. Just--a feeling. You know that white noise when you leave the tv on after taking out a movie? It's sort of like that. That's how I know they can't be dead. And so we should find them. I wish I had a compass," he said, suddenly frustrated with what he didn't have. Sure, the pistols were reassuring, but he could never find his way without signs, maps, or best of all a GPS, and he was a little worried that in this great big jungle in this great big continent it might take far too long to find their friends.