“What you don’t understand is that if I stop now, I will panic and fall. I have to keep going and it’s not just going, but moving in directions that are completely unknown. If I hold on to anything remotely normal, if I include anyone familiar, all else will look disjointed and out of place,” she said, digging the earth with a piece of damp branch that she had made into a sort of temporal weapon.
That’s what she needed– natural objects that could be manipulated as tools of self-defence or progress. And a confident place to dig.
“I understand. I think you’re doing the right thing. You know what’s best,” he said.
She smiled, terrified.
Why does everyone think that?