I sighed; here we go again.
"Do you know what this is about?" The commander asked me, naturally also noticing the prominent screams in the otherwise absolutely silent landscape.
He was still carrying me in his arms, and he was doing a really crappy job.
Henry would somehow hold me absolutely steady while walking; in the commander's arms, I felt every step he took vividly.
I hated that I had to deal with someone screaming nearby because of the link and his dead counterpart and stuff. I hated that it wasn't Henry carrying me, and I hated that the whole carry-comparison sounded gayer in my ears with each second passing.
I jumped out of the commander's hold.
"You suck at carrying. I pity your children." I sneered at him before taking the lead in search of the screams.
"What does that even mean? What did I do wrong? You are injured!" The commander complained, catching up to me.
"Nah, I'm not. Shut it." A short rest was enough for me, though I was really tired.
