“No, not with Hickey,” he explains. The mutineer is like a splinter in one’s toe - annoying and constant, but not the biggest problem a man could have. He’ll undoubtedly kill again, but he can’t wring his hands over that right now or else he’d drive himself mad.
“I worry about summer ending,” he continues, patting some of the water onto the back of his neck. “Despite what some of the others may have thought, no one knows what true desperation is yet.”
But if the animals continue to be driven away, if the thaw never comes, despite their best efforts they’ll all begin to starve.
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“No, not with Hickey,” he explains. The mutineer is like a splinter in one’s toe - annoying and constant, but not the biggest problem a man could have. He’ll undoubtedly kill again, but he can’t wring his hands over that right now or else he’d drive himself mad.
“I worry about summer ending,” he continues, patting some of the water onto the back of his neck. “Despite what some of the others may have thought, no one knows what true desperation is yet.”
But if the animals continue to be driven away, if the thaw never comes, despite their best efforts they’ll all begin to starve.