As Hideoshi's eyelids drooped, his attention turned from Nevsky to forcing himself to stay awake, tossing his head and pinching his arms. But as a frigid burst shot through the passageway, his eyes widened, and his folded arms contracted.
He glanced at Takashi, shivering, then at Nevsky. Still the same oblivious stare.
He's right. We're probably gonna die-on a stupid mission.
The blackness of the passageway faded to dark greyness flecked with white as the Third Company sunk into the snowdrifts outside. Behind, a sheer cliff. Before, whirling snow in the grey night.
Great. All we've got to do is find a big, black thing in a blizzard at night.
"Hideoshi!" Called Galen, shoving through soldiers until he caught sight of Hideoshi, "Sergeant Degmah wants you at the front of the column, since you're more experienced."
Of course.
"Sure thing, Galen."
As he plodded forward through the snow, he took another look at Takashi and Nevsky. Takashi's eyes darted about as he rubbed his elbows, but Nevsky's eyes never moved as he tramped.
Why do I even care?
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