It was dark. Incredibly dark. We were standing amidst a benighted world of which we knew very little. But we weren't complete fools and we did know something else very well. The figures in the darkness; standing in front of us, were Nate and his gang. That thing we knew very well was that we were in yet another predicament we could no longer avoid.
Hanso was right.
And that meant we could have avoided Nate and the others but we stupidly chose not to just for the sake of comfort and reassured safety. We should've listened to him. I wanted to listen to him; and I was gravitating toward his reasoning—but after he had just made it a compulsion that we went and stormed off, I simply pursued his path.
