Louis stood up and dusted his hands off, and Mia could see his frown even through his mask. “Do we want to take a break here, and head back to the base? Come back once we’ve rested?” Yakumo’s brows rose. “If you’re the one suggesting that, then….” “I know, I know,” he sighed, and shook his head. “But Aiden clearly isn’t alright, and this place has been difficult on all of us. I don’t like the idea of turning back now, but I don’t want to risk one of us turning to ash.” “If we leave now, then the Lost we’ve already defeated might reform before we come back,” Mia pointed out. Idly she brushed Aiden’s hair out with her fingers, and she could still feel flecks of dried blood against the long strands. Her own hair was greasy, dirty, and no better, and she desperately wanted a shower, but practicality had to come first. This wasn’t her first foray into dangerous territory that held something she wanted, and creature comforts would be secondary until they were done. Louis frowned beneath his mask, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the larger platform that had held the berserk Lost that had almost taken all of them out. He glanced first at Yakumo, then at her, then finally at Aiden, and seemed to weigh his options. “It’s a valid concern,” he said finally, and sighed. “But I’d rather us be cautious than reckless. Any death here might take weeks to reform from, and we’re lower on supplies than I’d like. Not to mention Aiden’s probably not feeling well — the vestige was one of his.” Mia’s brows rose, and she looked down at the sleeping revenant in a new light. No wonder he’d acted like he did, if it held a death of his. Some of her own deaths had been brutal, and she had no desire to relive the sequence of events that lead to them.
--Raven Feathers, ch 11: Turbulence
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