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God damn it. God damn it all ! No no no no no no no ! This was a simple trip! That was all! Just a quick run to go grab more flint for tools! That was all this was supposed to be! But now Wilson was sprinting through the forest, legs burning as he tried to outrun the hounds.
Shit!
A root catches him and Wilson falls over. He desperately scrambles to get to his feet- but it’s too late. The hounds descend on him, and he screams as he dies.
“Say pal, you don't look so good. You better find something to eat before night comes!”
No.
No.
No no no no no -!
Wilson sits up just in time to catch a glimpse of Maxwell’s smug smile as he vanishes.
He’s hallucinating, isn’t he? He has to be. He’s going insane again, and he’s hallucinating. There’s- there’s no way that this is happening.
Oh god.
This is happening.
Wilson frantically heaves himself up, spinning around in a circle to quickly survey the area, even as his thoughts race at a thousand miles an hour. How could this happen ? How was this possible ? The Constant, awful and terrible and confusing as it was, had rules . This? This was very much outside of the rules .
He pales a little at the thought of what They must be thinking.
...Oh god .
Them .
He’s going to have to do everything over again.
He’s going to have to go back on the Throne to save Max.
Wilson feels like he’s going to vomit.
As it is, he still has to sit down before he collapses.
He’s going to have to go back .
It isn’t a choice, he knows. He won’t kid himself. He can’t just- leave Max there. Not with what he knows about the throne. About Them.
Despite what he knows, really.
He doesn’t think he could live with himself if he left Maxwell there.
He’s shaky as he stands up, but he’s standing nonetheless. He needs to plan, but he can gather resources as he does that.
Last time, he had pretty much stumbled onto the door out of sheer luck. This time, though, if he wants to do this as quickly as possible, he’ll need to make a divining rod soon . Most of his time here is going to be spent wandering and searching, so there’s no real need to make a firepit or a proper base. He’ll just need to find a clear spot to set up all of the machines he’ll need.
Okay.
He can do this.