[Peko's shoulders slack, and then she crosses her arms. She's tired, and cold, and of course.]
Then it really is hell. [Of some kind.
She uncrosses her arms and looks down at her hands, and though they sting and are scratched up, they're normal to her-- which, in all honesty, is strange, all things considered.]
How long?
[She isn't really sure what answer she's looking for there-- how long he's been there, or how long until their fate begins.]
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[Peko's shoulders slack, and then she crosses her arms. She's tired, and cold, and of course.]
Then it really is hell. [Of some kind.
She uncrosses her arms and looks down at her hands, and though they sting and are scratched up, they're normal to her-- which, in all honesty, is strange, all things considered.]
How long?
[She isn't really sure what answer she's looking for there-- how long he's been there, or how long until their fate begins.]