[ he doesn't know how long they run, how far. he doesn't stop running until they're out of sight of the enemy and he keeps running for a while after that.
the memory is thinner around the edges. he'd never been familiar with this part of the country and his imagination fills in the blanks with more plains, rolling hills, more of that harsh, bright sky. he stops and lets go of ros, looks at his hand where her blood has dried. ]
Ros. [ he turns, looks at her. wretchedly. ] I'm sorry.
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the memory is thinner around the edges. he'd never been familiar with this part of the country and his imagination fills in the blanks with more plains, rolling hills, more of that harsh, bright sky. he stops and lets go of ros, looks at his hand where her blood has dried. ]
Ros. [ he turns, looks at her. wretchedly. ] I'm sorry.