"Does he agree with that?" The man said. Like the rest of them, he wondered why Beam had yet to speak.
At Greeves' nudging, Beam finally looked upwards. He locked eyes with the man that was talking to him. The man felt himself shiver. It was as though suddenly there were eyes looking at him out of the darkness. They were terrifying eyes, complicated.
Beam took a deep breath, willing some oxygen to his brain. As he'd stood and waited, he slowly felt his body recovering. It was both a good and bad thing. Beam had been fighting for days on end as a result of the monster attacks. He'd managed to keep up that pace with consistent rest and sleep, and he figured he could have gone on for far longer.
