. . . no, no, that’s malpractice.

i should let him continue fighting with concussions.

he does not know a guy.

fine. i can accept that.

slinking away to light a cigarette.

right. your vow.

i’m glad you’ll be resting up. you need it. i still don’t think it would be wise to go out too far, though.

and you do not need to. i assure you, there is no need for you to fight against any forces. you need to rest.

you’re staying here. there is no more evil over there than there is over here.

( but? * )

i’m making an effort to keep you safe. it’s no problem. it’s part of my job.

i’m not doubting your ability to walk far. what i am telling you is that i am not allowing you to walk that far.

/ polish arcade is rattling in my brain

if you walk too far, you will eventually run into the ocean. at which point, you will need to swim for a long time to reach land again. you absolutely under no circumstances are going to be walking that far.

already itching for a break.

what are you implying . . .

oh! uh, yeah —

yeah, you slew that great beast alright.

[ forced smile. ]

i’m pretending i don’t know what they’re arguing about for my own peace.

god. i should have gone to bed.

with what?

say you hate me.

wow. and you said you missed me.

[ HE KNOWS. ]

good.

i missed you, too.

are you doing well?

six! hi!

yeah. yeah it is.

that’s . . . that’s boone?

. . . fine.

one of the courier’s friends. good luck.

i don’t trust that.

/ sorry arcraig forever real in my heart

i’m not answering that.