[ He rolls his eyes at the DUH, but it's convincing. Whatever this place may be animated or inhabited by, it doesn't take many pains to seem human or normal. Or comprehensible. William's relieved: of course he is. If he also feels a twinge of disappointment, he doesn't dwell on it. ] Ellie. [ He brushes his hand over the name, dusts off some of the dirt.
In hindsight, it's obvious it's a child. Questions crowd his thoughts: where are they? How long have they been here? How badly do they need food? What, really, can he do about it?
He agonizes in this vein for a good minute. Then, separate from their drawing, he carves a horizontal line. A vertical one, perpendicular to it. Two more quick cuts, and he's made a hangman's gallows. Beneath it he scratches seven empty spaces.
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In hindsight, it's obvious it's a child. Questions crowd his thoughts: where are they? How long have they been here? How badly do they need food? What, really, can he do about it?
He agonizes in this vein for a good minute. Then, separate from their drawing, he carves a horizontal line. A vertical one, perpendicular to it. Two more quick cuts, and he's made a hangman's gallows. Beneath it he scratches seven empty spaces.
That's for being a smartass. ]