i'm still not sure what i stand for
A lot happened. Chulane was there, of course. He helped bring in the supplies of water, helped corral the infected to the Hall, and did his best to simply be present. He'd done all he could to be involved, to contribute in whatever meagre ways he could. Guilt ate at him, whether it was justified or not, he was in no state to decipher for himself. Many of his closest friends had been lost, swept up in this delirium, still there but also still very much changed, different - altered, he hoped only temporarily.
Why was he guilty? For the secret he held, the initial reason why he'd ventured to the Climb the first time, without company or other tokens of preparation. For the way he yearned for his friends to be normal again, for life to be normal again. For the way he still felt so utterly useless, as he watched yet another friend suffer.
Hadn't he been the one to suggest getting the Ascended to drink the water, despite Remi's warning? Shit, he thought regretfully, turning his attention to Deimos and Loren instead, hoping and praying (a new concept for him that he found himself doing more and more lately) for better results.
"Do you think the water will work for him... if he drinks the blood of one who has ingested it?" he aimed the question at Morgan, the idea having sat within him since their return from the Climb. It was a... concerning thought, but not unbearable, if it meant a cure for his friend.
why don't we break the rules already?
CHULANE
