"And what's the alternative? To give up? And then what? If we give, then we push ourselves in the corner and we have no more options, but if we don't, then we can pick." He quickened his pace as if trying to see what was behind the hill, he assumed, another one, and then? Another." If he had no one to get back to, maybe he would have given up himself, but there was still his GRANDMOTHER. And at least, while she was still alive, he'd try to be the grandson that she somehow managed to see him as, and what comes after that, he didn't really know, or maybe he was too SCARED to think about. "If we don't find the road soon, we'll have to spend the night here, in the forest." The last part of the sentence was barely a whisper, he HATED the idea.