we knew we'd never make it down there

Beau is standing amongst the swamplands. It’s not for the first time, and definitely won’t be for the last, however…this time is different. He’s left the grove and his brother behind, if only for a few hours, but those seemingly few hours of being alone, of having absolutely nothing to do but exist here is exhilarating. There’s nothing to hunt, nothing for Beau to bring back for Lucian, and nothing but him and the open emptiness. This is Beau’s first time outside of the grove without a true purpose, without explicit permission from his brother. It’s exhilarating, and terrifying all at once.