After a hundred or two yards of walking and palavering about the things they could had done together. The pleasures, the accompaniments, tons of shitshow together and a lot of quite absurd acquisition of fate could have happened to both Jack and Micael. fifty yards more, and then found an old, little hut where they could find themselves comfortable. "This might be a great place to sleep, but aren't you two hungry?" he asked while the child was cracking his bones and flesh, from being a crow back into a small, despicable boy. "Worry not, my child," said Jack, and he grabbed his brown, torn sling bag and reached for something. Micael could feel that they were a lot of things inside the bag, but he did not mind knowing all of those, but he heard something which looked like it was soaked of a kind of liquid, but it was wet, one way or the other. In no time, Jack pulled off something from his bag, of which edible and would suffice their hunger, and dropped it on the dirt path. Micael couldn't make up anything inside his mind, until he heard the thud.
He looked at it, and concluded that there were rabbit carcasses. "Where'd you get those carcasses?" he asked while his stomach was merely turning upside down for the carcasses looked like it was put in Jack's bag for ages. There were maggots, and the smell was helluva rotting, too. Jack again rummaged on his bag, and found himself an old lighter which he got from awhile.
"You sure do know how to cook, Aleck?" and there was a pause and no answer.
"Cook our dinner, and let us rest," said Jack, while handing Micael the old lighter and he reached for the carcasses bare lying on the dirt path. Jack then talked to the child. "My boy, do you mind if you find ourselves some twigs and hay?" he calmly asked with his eyes glowing red color, of which a little bit white would have been the same color as the moon, which looked a much closer than awhile. The child then agreed and he wandered away from spring-heeled Jack and Micael. They could feel that both of them were lonely and the only thing which enveloped their bodies were air, light, and the littlest heat from the incandescent nebula, but the surroundings was still pitch black. "I can't see anything more than just our whereabouts. What's about it?" Micael asked with the littlest doubt in his head and bravery breathing out from his lungs. "Are you really eager enough to know, Aleck? It's realization which makes this world alight, not curiosity," Jack replied astoundingly and with speed like he had never thought of what to reply, let alone he was like used to answering the very same question, over and over, and Micael had his lips shut like wood, and the child had returned with twigs and hay in his reach. "This might do the talking for us, m'lords," the child said upon dropping the twigs in an orderly manner. Micael then proceed to kindle the twigs, of which he assembled meticulously first and then used his lighter a set the hay aflame. He then grabbed some larger twigs and he arranged them like a tent, and then grabbed another large twig which would look like a rack for the carcasses.
He asked Jack if there's any water nearby, of which Jack spontaneously answered with quite disappointment. He handed his water jug from his holster to Micael and willingly said: "This is the only water that we have right now, Aleck. We can get some more ere waking up," which grabbed the very attention of Micael before grabbing the jug with his virgin hands. "What do you mean before waking up? Is it the irrelevance that does this thing for us, or there's something else?"
"Irrelevance is the only answer for now, my child, for you will know what's really behind the open gates, for also telling you lies will only lead us back to our deaths," and Micael felt slightly abashed, but then he continued. He used the fresh water pouring out from Jack's jug to wash off the dirt from the rabbit carcasses, and then impaled the twigs into them while the fire was gradually catching up heat, and they talked a little while.
"Where are we heading, really?" Micael asked in the softest way possible, for ruining Jack's night might ruin his as well. "We cannot tell where we are really going, Aleck, but I know what lies ahead. The symbol EIGHTEEN, of which much brighter than the Centauri and much scarier than the subtle plague, we must not enter with littlest of remorse to ourselves, for death would follow behind us, though kind of redundant to be killed again." The fire then felt hot enough to cook the carcass within minutes, and so he put the carcasses-on-sticks above the rack, and they continued talking. Micael shrugged his shoulders after, handed the jug back to Jack, and asked once more: "What do you mean redundant? I am not dead." "Said who? Ah, Micael. You are not dead, Micael. Aleck was. You were dead," Jack replied with what Micael thought was a deceiving voice, of which he apparently refused to believe, for being dead was simply being not alive and tangible to the dearest world one sure do beloved. The child wasn't really eager to talk to them. He was just silent and looking unto thing which would amaze him. The moon, the incandescence, the fire, the carcass slowly cooking and the fact that it was getting late, though no time was based on as everything was just truly irrelevant. "Tell me more about the open gates, Jack," Micael followed as he was moving the carcass so that they would be cooked evenly. He could now see the browning the carcasses' outsides, of which informed him that the heat was more than just sufficient, and eating them was imminent than just imminent. "I can tell you about a lot of things, my child. Skyscrapers, villages, towns, omnibuses, bridges and ships but talking about the open gates will not do us any good, for the open gates is continuously and spontaneously changing upon every instance you might think of, however small and fast that thought instance may be. But all I know is that we had been there," he replied while placing his jug back into his holster and getting a tobacco on his bag, of which was the moment for Micael for he would see Jack's face and how he would be used to look like.
Had been there? What does that supposed to mean? He keeps on saying something too paradoxical for me to even deter and intervene my thoughts, but maybe his face might do the talking for me, and eventually for us. He rolled himself some tobacco carefully while Micael and the child watching, he tapped the rolled smoke unto his palm and then cut the excess roll with his blade, which sounded when he got it out of its holster, of which he immediately put back. The sound had come inside Micael's body but he had not winced and disturbed, for he was looking at Jack's mask, and then his think-abouts happened, or did it? Jack put the tobacco back inside his dingy brown bag and uttered: "Oh, Aleck, such think-abouts are too early to be proven correct, ja? You might think again on your apparent world and do some palaver before going back, here. I shall see you."
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