[ He smiles a little at the underline, so emphatic he can almost hear it. Then it sinks in: how all this must feel to her, waking alone and hungry. The landscape twisting around her. He traces the question mark with his finger, back and forth, punctuating his thoughts. Why? What could she possibly have done to deserve this?
William reaches for his knife again. ] ANYONE
[ That's what he'd meant, but Dolores is never far from his mind. It'd be satisfying to carve her name here, chip away at this place.
Nice to have some illusion of permanence.
He decides against it. Too much like scratching their initials into a tree trunk. ]
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William reaches for his knife again. ] ANYONE
[ That's what he'd meant, but Dolores is never far from his mind. It'd be satisfying to carve her name here, chip away at this place.
Nice to have some illusion of permanence.
He decides against it. Too much like scratching their initials into a tree trunk. ]
ARE [ and then efficiency wins out over spelling ] U OK?