âwe canât keep doing this.'
[ â ] â- - Where most bent and broke, David was not one to fold. Danger and violence were not foreign to him. Heâd grown up along side it, like a vine crawling up a fence. It was as familiar to him as the sunâs rays touching the earth. He didnât revel in the violence, but he did know it. Enough to drown out the horrific acts like background noise.Â
However, he wasnât unaware of the fact that others werenât quite the same. Not all possessed a tolerance for agony like he did. It was a learned art, successfully filtering through brutality and suffering.Â
Most notable above all else, though, was Kate. It was clear that brushing with Death was not a scenario she had come face to face with before. He saw it in her eyes, when she ran, and when the entity chipped away at her. Yet, despite this fact, she was ever hopeful. A light in this dark realm. A beautiful songbird spreading joy to anyone who heard her.
Perhaps something had broken her this trial. David wished he could be surprised, but shock was nowhere to be found on his face. Everyone had their limits. Even he did. It was a sad sight to see the one light in the entityâs realm go dim, but it didnât faze him. If anything, it made him more determined.
He reached toward her, palm outstretched; an invitation to keep pushing forward.
ăCâmon, Denson. Youâre better than this.ă