THE TERROR ▸ 1.10 we are gone
lady silence stands, stopped by the sight of goodsir’s body lying out on the table in camp, carved up for meat. she can only stare at the image, trying to comprehend it. it’s emblematic of the profound wastefulness of this expedition, which by now must seem to her both tragic, and inevitable. she says to him what she needs to in her head and moves on. there is a man who could still live, and who needs her help.













