The night stretched itself until it became a giant whip, torturing Arthur. His mind couldn't fall asleep no matter how tired he felt. He kept thinking about what his actions would bring and whether they were worth it.
He turned around and listened to the quiet breathing of the other members of his party. These people were strangers to him, but they were the closest he had in this world.
Sitting up, Arthur left the artificial cave they dug in and went up the dune. As soon as he did, Gala woke up because her spirit activated to hide Arthur.
"You can't sleep, kiddo? Do you need a hug?"
"Would that give me answers?" Arthur's tone was sharper than he intended. "I'm sorry," He rubbed his face. "I'm just hesitant."
"About helping Freda invade Alva?" Gala rubbed her sleepy eyes. "There's no right answer for that, only what you want to do."
"There must be a right answer." Arthur frowned. "People's lives are at stake."
