Dirt - Limits
Jun. 27th, 2018 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
troublewillfindmeIt doesn’t take her long to reach her conclusion: she can’t do this.
Maybe, it was foolish to think she ever could. She is well aware of her own limits, yes, but maybe equally aware of her own capacity for self-delusion.
Everyone reaches a limit sometime, she thinks.
She sits down next to Weir at the campfire that night, and begins digging through her pack. Clothes, toiletries, hard drives in plastic, a jar of honey likewise sealed: all useful but not what she is searching for.
Finally, her fingers find the objects in question.
“Lock,” she says, passing the bottle of pills to Weir. “And key,” she adds, handing him the flask. “Just promise you’ll shoot me if things go south.”
Maybe, it was foolish to think she ever could. She is well aware of her own limits, yes, but maybe equally aware of her own capacity for self-delusion.
Everyone reaches a limit sometime, she thinks.
She sits down next to Weir at the campfire that night, and begins digging through her pack. Clothes, toiletries, hard drives in plastic, a jar of honey likewise sealed: all useful but not what she is searching for.
Finally, her fingers find the objects in question.
“Lock,” she says, passing the bottle of pills to Weir. “And key,” she adds, handing him the flask. “Just promise you’ll shoot me if things go south.”
