[ Matt's read about what can happen to the brain in crisis. The way the animal parts of yourself take over, narrowing your focus to an aperture bent solely on survival. But even amid the hammering of his heart, the oceanic rush of blood in his ears, the way his thoughts fog in on themselves, he still finds himself thinking:
Never too late.
Like never?
That's really something.
Matt intends to say something back of equal weight. Comparable, at least. But his first step is to keep walking backward, not letting Abel out of his sight, and his second is to swallow past the hard lump in his throat. What he manages at last is a less-than-soaring-- ]
Yeah.
[ And then-- ]
Bye.
[ Before he turns tail and makes for the cavern's mouth. ]
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Never too late.
Like never?
That's really something.
Matt intends to say something back of equal weight. Comparable, at least. But his first step is to keep walking backward, not letting Abel out of his sight, and his second is to swallow past the hard lump in his throat. What he manages at last is a less-than-soaring-- ]
Yeah.
[ And then-- ]
Bye.
[ Before he turns tail and makes for the cavern's mouth. ]