[It's funny now, to remember how he used to think Kell resented him. He assumed in the other's eyes he was a nuisance, but it turns out he's a problem Kell doesn't mind dealing with. Wilhelm doesn't take that for granted. Nobody here owes him a thing — that's a choice Kell has made.
They haven't talked about what happened in the pit. They don't need to. They'd lived it, and that was enough. Whether the Acolytes poisoned your brain or not, they all became different people down there. For his part, Wilhelm remembers less the man he'd screamed at hysterically, and more the man who'd pulled him along when the rock started raining down.
He plops himself down in the grass that Kell has chosen as their spot, stretching his legs out and tilting his face toward the sun. He doesn't take that for granted anymore either.]
You realize you picked, like, the worst dessert to eat with your hands, right?
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They haven't talked about what happened in the pit. They don't need to. They'd lived it, and that was enough. Whether the Acolytes poisoned your brain or not, they all became different people down there. For his part, Wilhelm remembers less the man he'd screamed at hysterically, and more the man who'd pulled him along when the rock started raining down.
He plops himself down in the grass that Kell has chosen as their spot, stretching his legs out and tilting his face toward the sun. He doesn't take that for granted anymore either.]
You realize you picked, like, the worst dessert to eat with your hands, right?