Running alone

Walk | "Talk" | think

Plague had the same answer as the rest in the hallows, no way to heal it.  Rudy glanced away to hide the deflation of any spark of hope he’d had.  Why had he bothered having hope?  It was easier when he had tried to just resign himself.  Should he keep searching?  His eyes looked back up at Plague, “Do you know how to manage it then?  What herbs the healers need or whatever needs to be done?”  It would at least be something to go back with.  Maybe then mom would let them see her again and that could help her not be lonely and make a better ending for them all?

Rudy could go back with that, it would be some form of hope and a better ending.  Of course, that was if this guy knew it and didn’t just say Rudy would need to find another healer to ask.  The idea of some time to see more of mom and maybe make her end easier was finally giving Rudy hope the more he imagined it.  Already he was imagining how he’d run straight back.  Somehow he’d make it without a break or meal or drink and, well, maybe he couldn’t quite make it that fast but, a minimum at least.  Plague was getting all the focus in the world.  Rudy needed him to know this and of course, staring at him would somehow help.