Crunch woke up slowly, like he wasn't still very far from death so consciousness took its time to come.
He blinked open his eyes blearily and from the lights in the tunnel, he could tell that a new day had begun.
He pushed himself up, weaker than ever and pulled his rucksack close, digging in for his leather flask of water.
He should have been back home by now with the means to make his siblings' lives better but fate was an insufferable bitch and life sucked.
Working hard didn't get you nowhere and your life was decided for you before you were even born, or more like your birth decided the rest of your life.
That didn't mean he was giving up, he didn't die when he was supposed to die which meant he had to win in the end, he still planned to achieve his dreams.
Crunch was just much more determined and a lot more jaded.
