[and he'll just stay silent, his thoughts replaying the information he heard from the beginning all the way to the end. it's a lot of stuff. a lot of risks. he takes another swig from his bottle before setting it down on top of the side of the truck bed and stares out to the vast desert around them. they had brought food, but he doesn't have much of an appetite for it. not that he expected to eat, anyway.
he stays like that for a few more moments, and then without looking at her:]
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he stays like that for a few more moments, and then without looking at her:]
Are you scared?