i know that
if i die, my
only choice is
still defending
★
you shall go west,
and face the one who has turned,
you shall find what was stolen,
and see it safely returned,
you shall be betrayed by
one who calls you a friend,
and you shall fail to...
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Vicky, Matt, and Hugo were busy packing their gear in the dimly lit garage of the base.
Matt was methodically checking and reorganizing his supplies, while Hugo was cleaning and re-checking his weapons with a practiced, almost ritualistic precision.
Vicky was securing her own backpack when she noticed Matt sorting his supplies for what seemed like the third time.
She chuckled lightly, shaking her head. "You know, you've already checked those supplies like a hundred times, Matt."
Matt looked up, a sheepish smile on his face. "I know, I just want to make sure everything's in order."
Hugo, without missing a beat in his cleaning routine, chimed in, "You worry too much, Matt. Everything's gonna be fine."
Vicky chuckled playfully, grabbing a bottle of water from a cooler. "Yeah, Matt, take a chill pill. You're gonna wear a hole in the floor if you keep checking those supplies every two seconds."
Hugo was sprawled under a vehicle, grease and dirt smudged on his forehead. He fiddled with the underbelly of the vehicle, a spanner in one hand.
He grumbled to himself as he worked, his voice slightly muffled by the engine. "Damn thing better not have any more surprises for us."
Vicky and Matt stood nearby, giving him space as he tinkered with the vehicle's mechanical innards.
Matt looked at the vehicle with a slightly worried expression. "You think it'll hold up?"
Hugo pulled himself back from under the vehicle, wiping away a bead of sweat from his forehead with a grease-stained rag. He looked at the vehicle with a critical eye, his hands and clothes a mess.
"Yeah, she'll hold up," he said, a hint of confidence in his voice. "I've checked every inch of her. She may not be pretty, but she's got guts."
Vicky grinned, crossing her arms. "Good. We're relying on that thing to take us all the way there and back."
Matt turned to Vicky, his eyes searching hers for a moment. He saw the determination in her gaze, the resolute set of her jaw. He knew there was no convincing her otherwise.
He sighed softly, his voice gentle. "Are you sure about this, Vicky? This mission... it's dangerous. And the odds of finding the Gladers and your mother..." he trailed off, his eyes scanning her face.
Vicky met Matt's gaze unflinchingly.
"Yes, Matt, I'm sure," she said gently. Her eyes softened as she looked at his concerned expression. "I understand the dangers, believe me. But for Mom... I have to try. I can't give up on her."
Hugo sighed, pushing himself up from the vehicle and wiping his greasy hands on his coveralls. "I get it, Vicky. You want to find your mom and your friends. We all do."
