[ Where they're going is ideally back to the soldiers doing their best to stay out of this mess. The desire to get the job done wars with his desire to avoid as much violence as possible; in the end the former wins out, though only by a hair.
Abel's panicked questions garner no response, Eustace silently and steadfastly (and stoically....) stomping ahead as best he can while trying to drag a 6'4" tall wriggling man behind him. (Spoilers: it isn't going so great.) There's a small cluster of men huddled nervously by one wall, casting them fearful looks as they approach. Please don't come over here, their eyes silently beg, and for once Eustace decides to cut them a bit of slack. He has another plan, in any case.
Which is to suddenly pivot on his heel and try and smash Abel's head against the crumbling remains of the giant throne they're walking past. Sorry bud, please don't duck out of the way so they can both move on with their lives. :( ]
i can't even disagree with that because it's true
Abel's panicked questions garner no response, Eustace silently and steadfastly (and stoically....) stomping ahead as best he can while trying to drag a 6'4" tall wriggling man behind him. (Spoilers: it isn't going so great.) There's a small cluster of men huddled nervously by one wall, casting them fearful looks as they approach. Please don't come over here, their eyes silently beg, and for once Eustace decides to cut them a bit of slack. He has another plan, in any case.
Which is to suddenly pivot on his heel and try and smash Abel's head against the crumbling remains of the giant throne they're walking past. Sorry bud, please don't duck out of the way so they can both move on with their lives. :( ]